conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Gabe, UpThis, Johnson with the genre: Children's Books, Growing Up & Facts of Life?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Fat Boy vs. the Cheerleaders'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the first five paragraphs for this book?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Fat Boy vs. the Cheerleaders
  Friesen is a jerk. Representational democracy? Holy balls, I know what that is! I'm not stupid. Bob Friesen wouldn't publish my letter because...because—
  Her reaction wasn't what I was expecting. She said, "You didn't tell me you were going to write a letter, Chunk. I should be the one writing the letters."
  Because I don't know if you've noticed, but my mouth is going really, really fast and I feel a little bit jumpy like maybe I just drank several coffees or Dews or whatever in a very short time. And I was so thirsty I think I've sucked down like four glasses of that iced tea and man. Look at my hand! My hand is waving around fast! Look at that sick speed! I think my heart's beating too fast!
  I called her at her house from Dante's the next morning because she didn't work with me on Wednesday. I gave her the list of band peeps who were going to attend. She was excited and sort of pissed. "But I hate all those people and now they're coming over?"
  After the shop closed, me and RC III sat down at the picnic table out front, which was becoming like our office because we sat out there so much. RC III brought a whole box of leftover bismarcks. (Dante overproduced donuts because the morning before was so crazy.)
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Fat Boy vs. the Cheerleaders
  Friesen is a jerk. Representational democracy? Holy balls, I know what that is! I'm not stupid. Bob Friesen wouldn't publish my letter because...because—
  Her reaction wasn't what I was expecting. She said, "You didn't tell me you were going to write a letter, Chunk. I should be the one writing the letters."
  Because I don't know if you've noticed, but my mouth is going really, really fast and I feel a little bit jumpy like maybe I just drank several coffees or Dews or whatever in a very short time. And I was so thirsty I think I've sucked down like four glasses of that iced tea and man. Look at my hand! My hand is waving around fast! Look at that sick speed! I think my heart's beating too fast!
  I called her at her house from Dante's the next morning because she didn't work with me on Wednesday. I gave her the list of band peeps who were going to attend. She was excited and sort of pissed. "But I hate all those people and now they're coming over?"
  After the shop closed, me and RC III sat down at the picnic table out front, which was becoming like our office because we sat out there so much. RC III brought a whole box of leftover bismarcks. (Dante overproduced donuts because the morning before was so crazy.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is five more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I don't know where Randall went after that. He didn't hang out with the Geekers. Pretty awesome he invited us on stage! Camille really should've been there. We got her concert. Maybe she'd be over there at Spunk River Days right now, getting ready, huh?
  Baba? Like bah? Like a sheep? Camille's been obsessed with sheep since her dad bought a flock for their farm.
  Oh, sure, yeah. Of course! Ha-ha. I did ask Camille if Baba Obi was her. I texted. I was all like, "What are you doing? Why all the apologies? Don't have to be sorry. Come on! We're pals! Just help me out. Help the Geekers!" She didn't respond.
  What did we do when we left the school? We ran! Gore hit that gas pedal and we flew out of the MLAHS parking lot. I turned on my phone. All these Geekers' texts poured in. Wilson Beach! they proclaimed. You coming, Gabe?
  We got to the beach and it was awesome. People were flying high. I was actually psyched that Austin had brought those balloons. We high-fived. (Me and Austin? Crazy.) He said, "You and me make a good team, yo! Brains and the brawn!" I assume he was calling me the brains because he posed like my bodybuilder grandpa after he said it.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the last four paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Because of Gabriel Johnson's activism, the offending pop machine has been removed from the high school cafeteria. A tenth of a percent increase in county property taxes will be on the ballot in the fall. The increase is intended to fund summer marching camp, a dance team, and, most importantly, a healthy breakfast program for all school-aged members of the district. According to a poll published in MLJournal.com, the increase has support from 77 percent of likely voters.
  When Gabriel said during his follow-up interview that he was experiencing fifteen minutes of fame, he was correct. The story faded quickly. I doubt very much that he's bothered by this fact.
  The last time I saw Gabriel, walking the Lakeshore Path during Minnekota's July Water Sports Festival, he looked healthy and content. He wore shorts. He held hands with a very tall girl in all black. He smiled at me, nodded, and then strolled away into the fading light.
  Growing up, Geoff Herbach was both dork and jock. Sports calmed him. People caused him anxiety. Offseason, Geoff was prone to kummerspeck, which is a German word meaning weight gain due to nervous eating. Its literal translation is grief bacon. Geoff teaches writing at Minnesota State, Mankato. Visit him at geoffherbach.com.