SECOND CHANCES NET

I... am going for a walk.

maybe find some place that doesn't have a lot of people. or something.

I remember a Barbershop run by an old friend. One I hadn't returned the favor to.

I remember Dave Brubeck's "Take Five" and I'm pretty sure that I see the notes in vivid colors.

I remember the taste, the residue of old grease, and the purest satisfaction of a chop cheese from Hajji's bodega.

But for the life of me? I can't remember who I am, or how the hell I ended up in San Francisco.

Probably might help if I can remember where my wallet is tho.

I don't know who needs to hear this, but leftover Halloween candy is not a sufficient breakfast.

(It's me. I need to hear this. Someone needs to physically take these gummy bears from me)

Either I've finally gone crazy... or everything sort of tastes like pumpkin?

Hargreeves Birthday! Hargreeves Birthday! Hargreeves Birthday!

Also, I got kicked out of my first study group, and I can't decide what I blame more: my fortune cookie or the jerk who had terrible opinions on immigrant issues. I couldn't just let it slide, so now I have to find a new one. Totally worth it. The new one will be loads better.

Castro Street Fair is today, and I need street fair food. Who's going with me?

Bachelorette weekend for May, yes/yes?

I was thinking spa weekend. Massages, mud wraps, hair treatment, the works. Or maybe a cabin getaway in the mountains? She's definitely not a Vegas strip show sort!

It is not Labor Day without a BBQ. I'll be on the roof grilling. Everyone is free to join.

I'm calling for a Hargreeves family meeting that is actually a cuddle puddle disguised as a meeting. I'm ordering Thai.

Clint, Lila, Dylan, this includes you.

Today's tip:

When you need to bury "something", call in an anonymous tip on where you buried it. They'll go looking for it and now you've got a hole you didn't have to dig in a spot they're not going to look again.

You're welcome.

[Filtered to Klaus and Viktor]

I AM TREATING US TO A SPA DAY IN WHICH WE ARE GOING TO DISCUSS THIS BECAUSE I NEED DETAILS.

Don't suppose anyone else noticed the river of chocolate that wasn't there before, did they?

Not that I'm complaining. Because chocolate. But if it's a river of chocolate only I'm seeing, that changes my perspective a little.

...having now been comforted that I'm not the only one seeing it, I'm really tempted to go and jump in. Is that weird? Because I don't think I care.

Uh...

Not trying to rain on anyone's parade... But we've all seen Willy Wonka, right?

Let's all try our best not to live out our days as Augustus Gloop.

I promised my therapist that I would try to be completely normal about this—publicly, at least. In my room, there as a lot of jumping on my bed, which I feel like is a reasonable reaction, because...

While I was totally willing to wait another year, I got off the waitlist for Stanford.

I'm starting the Fall semester as a sophomore as an Applied and Engineering Physics major.

_(eeeeee!)

When full the moon above shines first,
the beast internal shall outward burst,
one by one, leads lambs to slaughter.
It stalks your breath but shuns clear water.
And should you yourself be cursed,
armed with silver, end the first,
when moon is full before its wane,
rend the beast that cursed you slain,
no longer shall you face your blight
or fear the dread of the full moon’s light.
And if it’s a bite with which you’re faced,
cleave limb from torso with great haste,
perchance you’ll save your cursed soul,
before infection takes its toll.

That is... all we know about werewolves in our world, and its hard to even really verify that because... fuck, we had only just found out those fucks even existed until like... 4 hours prior to hearing that poem or prophecy or warning or whatever. Four hours after Nick... he was hurt, like bad. We didn't think he was even going to live, but then he just... he burst out of his own skin. He almost killed Abby.

I ... I would be one if we didn't uhm... 'cleave limb from torso'. But it makes you sick, weak, and then invincible. Wolves can't be killed unless it's by silver, even if they haven't turned yet.


... How do they work in other universes?

It's National Donut Day, a very important holiday in the Hargreeves households.

For this reason, and in honor of summer camps at the Exploratorium starting up soon, there's a few dozen donuts in the main lobby. Everyone help yourselves.

I got a variety and I already claimed my blueberry glazed so have at it!

Hey guys.


I'm partnering with the high school to do a music summer learning program. Each camp will be two weeks long and depend on the skill level of the entering student.

June 12- 23 will be for beginners-- those wanting to learn the basics of instruments.

June 26 - July 7 -- will be for intermediate players, who are looking for a challenge.

July 10 - July 21 -- is for those who feel very familiar with their instrument of choice and are looking for a challenge.



I will also be providing tutoring for anyone looking to learn how to play the Violin, or the guitar, as needed one a one-to-one basis.

Now that I'm done with the cold from hell....



How old do you think you have to be to work at the radio station?

So... I just got out of the hospital and my adult is uhm gone? Mrs. Smith said that I've been like reassigned to someone named Allison Hargreeves?

So if you wanted a disabled nerd kid, have I got news for you!

I also have a school question see, I already finished my junior year and was supposed to start my senior year in August... But you know, I came here. And it's not July anymore and there are like... Two more months of school? Do I have to redo part of my junior year or am I just skipping to the end of my senior year? Cause I have no idea.

Also I sort of talk a lot... too much probably.

Oh, and I'm Dylan.

[Filtered away from Ben Hargreeves]

Look, we all know I like to indulge in a bit of hyperbole, but things are kind of dire in the Barton-Hargreeves apartment at the moment.

Has anyone seen Ben's homework planner, by any chance? He's kind of losing i

[Hargreeves and Adjacent]

No, but really, I'm kind of worried about him. He hasn't hit the rest of the apartment with the fervor he got his room with, but it might be a matter of time. Place looks like a disaster area that's been trashed twice.

OK I Know the idea got tossed around not long ago of having a family dinner. We really should do that soon.