Thirty Two: Back In 'Nam...

"Class is so slutty. Most of the time I want to screw myself. I would much rather be in the band room. Just because Connor Fisher is sweaty, doesn't mean I have to gyrate. Maybe Sarah Cardey will rape something, and I won't have to pillage anymore."

This is how my my days were spent in stats..actually, now that I think about it, probably half of the random shit in this book was made in that joke of a class. I kind of miss being able to do whatever the hell I wanted at school with no real consequences. Pretty sure I still got a B in that class. Undeserved.

More importantly, I'll have to ask you to ignore that creeper of a picture smack dab in the middle of the page. I don't know who that girl is, why she is decked out in full wartime apparel, why she is in a wheelchair, or what expression is on her face but I do not support it. And how did she get that gun? Who knows. She's got that whole PTSD face goin' on though...

Least importantly, that MUNI Fast Pass up there cost me 45 bucks. 45 dollars to jolt around on a bus for a month next to some smelly homeless asian woman carrying multiple 500 gallon garbage bags filled with what appeared to be aluminum cans but smelled like dead fish and rotting corpses. Oh, how I miss you, San Francisco. This has been an uncharacteristically long post, but I think I'll do this more often. I'm diggin' this whole text wrap thing...So long, suckers!