|28 x 21.5 cm|
Our household was selected to be part of the 2000 census. At the time, I lived with Adrianna and Rich. A strange little chain smoking man named Konrad started coming to our house every few months, always on a Saturday morning. After a few visits, he proclaimed that we were his favorite household. Our interviews would eventually disintegrate into camaraderie; they became less about census data and more about the kinds on things one discusses while smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee in defense of a hangover. I can't tell you what those things are. I don't remember.
Side note: Rich never showed up for a single interview. Konrad shrugged, lit another one of Adrianna's Marlboro Light 100's. Why complicate a good thing?