I'm Major Jackson and this is the slowdown.

And this is the slowdown. In college, I worked in the computer lab.

Picture the characters in your favorite TV show

or movie about Yeeks, which I call lovingly.

Socially awkward, slightly arrogant, mensa destined know it all's.

Except we were brown from multiple countries.

Iran, India, Puerto Rico, Jamaica, and the U.S.

A group of us moved into a multi-floored brownstone

near campus, women on the second floor, and guys on the first floor.

I miss those days. One of us was a reservist who had to train twice a month.

Someone else partied at clubs and brought home friends at night.

Another became the big brother to a roommate who was pledging his fraternity.

And one housemate was depressed. He missed classes and slept a day away.

At night he ordered take out Chinese and played video games until sunrise.

Then he would blanket the windows.

Like we cared for each other,

we cared for him.

Before his parents visited, we helped clean his room,

worked with him to catch up on his classes.

Weekends, we cooked delicious. him to catch up on his classes.

Weekends, we cook delicious brunches

and dance through the entire house at night,

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