My Experience at the Huntington Institute
My Experience at the Huntington Institute
Cody Henderson
Running. Racing down the sidewalk. Late again for the appointment. The heat intense, the humidity has no humility and the bird’s excrement on my shoe is hardening. The room is cold with a florescent, ominous glow cascading onto thick brown laminated on metal tables. Chairs stained with the incontinence of children struggling to learn their digits while holding it by detaining tutors. The smell of musty carpet with thick lackluster colors rolled on thin drywall. Hours upon hours of slave work waiting for 530 to come around the bend so I could go to Taco Bell and eat a half pound of cheese and rice. Walking slowly through a apartment complex back home to start all over again.
Interesting.
Cody Henderson
Running. Racing down the sidewalk. Late again for the appointment. The heat intense, the humidity has no humility and the bird’s excrement on my shoe is hardening. The room is cold with a florescent, ominous glow cascading onto thick brown laminated on metal tables. Chairs stained with the incontinence of children struggling to learn their digits while holding it by detaining tutors. The smell of musty carpet with thick lackluster colors rolled on thin drywall. Hours upon hours of slave work waiting for 530 to come around the bend so I could go to Taco Bell and eat a half pound of cheese and rice. Walking slowly through a apartment complex back home to start all over again.
Interesting.