Adventures of my Fan, Part III
Setting off into the distant lands of New Paltz, the fan had a thought. "If this is NEW Paltz, where is Paltz? The first one, the one this town was named after?" Sure, there were more places on this campus that he had never been to, but the dorms disinterested him. He wanted to see things different from schoolwork, parties and the occasional vomit clad zombie stumbling through the doors. No, he wanted adventure. The kind of adventure that you only hear about in stories and noon-time television like Oprah. First he needed to find out where the founders of New Paltz came from, that in itself would be an adventure. Hitching a ride unknowingly on the back of a campus police golf cart, the fan soon found himself in front of the Library. Here, he would come to find that the town of Paltz didn't actually exist but rather a place in Germany called Rhein Pfalz is where the Hugeunots came from. Disheartened by the news and figuring out the distance between the Library and Germany on Google Maps (something about having to swim across the Atlantic Ocean on line 20), he went back outside. Perhaps he was never meant to see the world. Doubt began to wash over him like an unwanted rainstorm and all he could think about was the idea, the idea that he would see things no fan had seen before. At that moment he bumped into something. It was a tire. A tire attached to a car and someone yelling to a couple other kids that they needed to get to the airport soon otherwise they'd miss their flight to England. England, now that would be something. Sneaking as stealthy as a fan can be, he jumped into the back seat and stowed himself into one of the suitcases in there. When he saw light next, he was sitting in a hotel room. Where was he? He had to find out.
to be continued...
to be continued...