Sunday, August 21, 2011

Point Taken

No matter where you go, your shit will follow you. As they say, where ever you go, there you are. Or some shit like that. I left the city for about a week (gasp) to 'get away from shit' and all I got was a bunch of bug bites and my giant bag of shit.
Let's move on to talk about the fuckery that seems to incessantly follow me where ever I go. I had the privilege of meeting (yet another) collage drop out musician. And there this poor sad fuck is working at some rich bitch arts camp spiting his broke ass game at me. The kind of snub nosed prick who's taken one philosophy class and now thinks he knows all there is too know and paid enough attention in his poly-sci class to give me the wikipedia definition of socialism and goes on and on about the inter connectedness of 'it all'. Yea okay buddy. I'm fuckin swept off my feet your such a goddamn genius. For fucks sake what is it with these stoners and me, I'm like some kind of a magnet for them. If I have to hear one more speech from a ignorant fool with a half ass education and a case of relentless verbal diarrhea my ears will piss blood.
so over it.

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