This is just like the time I got bumped out of applied math and science because being the only one answering questions out of a class of idiots implies intelligence. however such correlation is ludicrous bullshit. it merely implies i was surrounded by idiots.
now this is interesting. i walk down to the local hasty market and grab a bottle of coke from the back. i walk up to the till followed by a lady with a bottle of pepsi. i ask her if she's just getting the pop - just in case her transaction will take less time than mine. i am planning to grab smokes. so i impulse buy a pepperoni stick at the same time. cash through with a pack of du maurier. she cashes through with a pack of dumaurier light, a bottle of pepsi and a chocalate bar. weird?
i understand why that dead fuck hid in the woods for the years before, well he was a dead fucker. what's his face in that book catcher in the rye - it was pretty hardcore for some people who liked shooting celebrities. that dead fucker hid because there was bigger and better book coming out for wanna be socio paths: fight club. i fucking love that book and when i hunt down my john lennon - i'll be carrying that in my inside pocket.
back when i was washing dishes in some fucked up italian restaurant where communication was a crude mixture of yelling and god-knows-what-else i'd hide in the shitter and read whole chapters of it.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
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