Jerry had a preference to live a life dedicated to random routines, meaning he only had patterns in a few areas of his life. For instance, every day he was up by 8- just as he was this Monday morning. He crawled out of bed, gathered his blue checkered button down and a pair of boxer briefs, and jumped in the shower, as he did every morning. He questioned the day for a little bit while shampooing his scalp thoroughly, but was soon done comtemplating his plans. He toweled off and walked to the kitchen to warm up a toaster strudel. Normally, a pop tart would have sufficed, but he needed the good stuff for today.
He had planned his day around making a trip to the comic shop. Around 9 he left his humble yet tidy sanctuary and biked to the shop a few blocks away. He walked briskly in, already knowing what he needed. The latest Spiderman comic was in. He’d reserved it over a week ago, and could barely contain the anticipation as his hands cradled the plastic-wrapped comic. Graciously, he paid the unenthused shop worker, gently placed the comic in his worn denim backpack, and biked off to campus. A day of classes meant the comic would have to wait until later.
As Jerry hustled down the street towards campus, his girlfriend Denise texted him and asked if they could meet during his break between classes. Not wanting to disappoint the persistant girl, he begrudgingly agreed, even adding a smiley emoticon, just to make her smile.
Jerry sat in his first class of the day- an elective on restaurant management- around 10:30. It was hard to stomach the boredom, but he put on a good face for the sweet old lady giving her time to lecture. Around noon he was released and headed to the eatery where he had agreed to meet Denise. She greeted him with a smile and a peck on the cheek. He blushed a little. The grabbed a meal and found a somewhat acceptable table in the back among the rest of the mad house. As Denise talked about her classes, her friends, her foot pain, and her other random antecdotes, Jerry sat and listened. He acted interested, asking an occaisional question or nodding when appropriate, but all he could think about was curling up on a bench and grasping his recently collected treasure. He wanted nothing more than to drink in the latest Spiderman crusades, word by word. Around 1:30, Denise decided she was done talking and scampered off after hugging Jerry goodbye. He watched her leave, forgetting for only a split second about Spiderman. But after Denise’s long brown hair and ivory skin vanished among the crowd, Jerry snapped back into reality, and realized he had to be on a shuttle in fifteen minutes. During the 35 minute shuttle he caught up on some last minute reading that he’d mistakenly neglected. He got to the campus and sat through two more hours of classes. He was careful to pay attention and not let his mind wander to Peter Parker and his attempts to save the city; these classes were more daunting and needed the majority of his mental capacity.
It was now 7:30, and Jerry was tired and felt a gnawing in his stomach. He shuffled towards the bus, ready to pull out his plastic wrapped bundle and sink into this oblivious state of mind. As he took a seat on the bus, Jerry took a deep breath, reached into his bag, and pulled out his Spiderman comic. He admired it, turning it in different directions and mildly caressing the cover. Gingerly, he pulled the comic out of its casing and began reading, flipping each page with care. Interrupted only twice by minor phone calls, Jerry read the entire comic front to back. And when he finished, he read it all again.