Thankful for Anthonie Nichols

Date: 4/21/2020

I vaguely remember biking around a path in the middle of the day. I then remember re-doing third grade (I think it was third grade) at my current age (21). The desks were aligned in rows. I remember that a third grade girl was showing me something on the screen of her iPad (or something along those lines). Afterward, during what seemed to be evening time, I got onto a school bus with a group of three girls, who all seemed interested in me (I wasn’t that interested in them). As I was sitting on the bus, I was pressing my face against the window, because I liked the feel of it. I then saw Anthonie Nichols sitting in a spot a few seats in front of me. He wasn’t pressing his face against his window, and that made me feel sad, because I had realized I succumbed to a fetish. Anthonie didn’t have this fetish. I then woke up, realized I hadn’t acted on my fetish in real life (thank goodness; I’m trying to get to 111 days without acting on it). Then I remembered how thankful I am to have Anthonie Nichols in my life.