Week 7

5/7/12: They say Western Washington University is the only castle left in Bellingham, or at least some old crazy English guy once said to some stranger which somehow magically reached my ear. But the attention is not me, its about WWU's castle origins. This is a one of kind tale the historians would love to scoop up with their ears. Though it can orally be told, though I don't understand the reason.
5/8/12: The castle was once a single building of what is now called Old Main. It was a bastion for girls in Bellingham, men was forbidden to enter, because someone calling themselves "Some Johnny," decided to scare the girls, because they were lonely because he thought: "That's not the manly way to go," because a man felt weak without a woman, because he was already acting like a jackass, because he thought that's what woman liked, because he wanted to act smart, because he didn't know how to behave around them, because he didn't want to be cut off from them forever, because he's just some crazy old man.
5/9/12: Some crazy old man or Some Johnny missed the days when his mother took him the daycare up at WWU. He can only remember meeting gorgeous woman and how each one would hug him when they saw him. The land was different on a ground covered in bricks and the distance between Bellingham and here always seem to pull further away until he thought it would be better to the have a great plane of land and bay wedged in between.
5/10/12: He spend so much time at castle WWU that he was almost done becoming a professor though no one acknowledged his status with his outfit of the myth/legend division or that his office was 3/4th brick with cardboard doors and a gray tarp. Only one student could get in and many wanted it because it cost a can full of  beans and required to bring in a glamour magazine to class. His knowledge of myths around WWU where sought after by all types of students, but he told them they won't get extra credit if they found an artifact.
5/11/12: "Long ago," said Some Johnny, "Someone made a nice stone water kettle for pickling produce. It made the most sour, bitter tastes for any poor whose's food was starting to rot. They even said it could pickle meats, and tasted better than salt. One day, the dumb bastard who made that pot buried it near a cliff on Seahome hill and forgot where he buried it after he won the lottery. If you find that pot, you could be a king for the poor and bloody." He then started picking his toes, leaving his students speechless and unsure if they should leave.
5/12/12: Some Johnny laid in the sun in an empty red square. He didn't know what to do, and not sure why he was still alive. He thought of making a garden, but the idea of making beer was a better idea.
5/13/12: Get this, Some crazy old guy decides to walk down to little Squiliqum beach and walk along the shore until he found a bunch of big rocks and a tree shade. Then he just sat under that shade like it was his throne. He never moved even when some gangster started drawing marks around his face, but the punks left after seeing the veins around his eyes go purple and the pupils shrunk to dots. Yesterday, I go to check out the old guy myself and I only found his cloths laying on that rocky throne.