Wednesday, November 24, 2010


College. If you can make it through without overexposing yourself or displaying your contrived fucking existence....rattling pedantic about your causes, your art,  your stupid fucking theater productions (seriously, Equus sucks...everything about it, not that I expect better here) then I'll buy you a beer, and it won't be PBR, and it won't be a tasty microbrew. I will buy you a sixer of Mickey's grenades and we can read Moby Dick together. My hypos has the best of me, and I'm ready to go to sea.

No comments:

Post a Comment