The longest I've gone without updating.
The fair hitch. Whos tired of hearing about it?
Tough.
I remember, when I first heard about it, mentioning an idea to my friends in conversation, how we should have "walk outs" and pick each other in cars, damage the environement with massive car pollution, or something, so they wouldn't hike up prices. Fifty Cents, is a lot of commuters, a dollar extra a day, that could easy be used towards a skor candy bar and two packs of minty delcious ulcer-inducing chewing gum.
Everyone would say, yeah I agree. And I'd complain about how tassled this generation is. allowing something like this just slither away, and they'd go yeah your right (insert bulgering stuttering lisps of pretentious conversation) And voila- (wah-lah? valah, oilha?)we'd list these methods to protest the fair hike beyond sticks and oaktag and thats all. It would be all talk (so maybe now I'm relizing that I myself am is in as much fault as person two at the ursula water-fountain of prelimary gossip).
And here we are, with a 50 cents fair increase, why complain so much. Becuase as fate would have it, next year I have to pay for my own fairs and a dollar a day, 5 dollras a week, a fun pass being 4 dollars to ride the city endless now increased to seven(usually bought on saturdays and sundays), so now 5 dollars plus 14, a week, when your a college student pushing from the shadows of adolecent hood wearing a "look mom i can wipe myself and file income taxes button, thats too much money and caluculated monthly, thats whatever amount of money away from food. Food, food...
FOOD.
So I'm here, asking people around, if they know of anyone intrested,in any ideas of fighting the fair hike and taking a piss on the faulty budget cuts and i get flossy excuses about living a little to far (walk new york, tone those tighs) and being more concenered with other matters like the dog walk against polio and the war protests. Well Guess what jerks, while you where protesting against a conflict drums and knife flinging shilloettes couldn't consume they sat there, counting and decreasing while monatarly increasing, copulating sheep and rams, they increased our fair.
So not only did you not end the conflict but you cost me a dollar as well.
And of course, in time you'd get used to it, remember when the buses where .75 cents. Just shrug it off, i guess. But then the other budget cuts, like Bronx AIDS funds being cut, non-profit resource center and social programs being cut in the ass becuase the bronx is just a plot on the map to push up the less educated and fincially struggling masses up further until you can lock them in grass shack surburbia (maybe i'm rambling here now) but pssfft.
Whatever, I ahd to let that out. Not to mention, my mother came home four int he morning, drunk. She's hungover and puking chunks of her internal organs through the median of porcelin inclintation (porcelin, yes she prefers procelin). And I think I may have discovered the joys of parenting, allowing my child to come home as late as they choose from a party, and feeling my face light up , as I refrain from punishing them and watch them experiance puking and shiting yesterday's special sober-me-up-bread.
Tough.
I remember, when I first heard about it, mentioning an idea to my friends in conversation, how we should have "walk outs" and pick each other in cars, damage the environement with massive car pollution, or something, so they wouldn't hike up prices. Fifty Cents, is a lot of commuters, a dollar extra a day, that could easy be used towards a skor candy bar and two packs of minty delcious ulcer-inducing chewing gum.
Everyone would say, yeah I agree. And I'd complain about how tassled this generation is. allowing something like this just slither away, and they'd go yeah your right (insert bulgering stuttering lisps of pretentious conversation) And voila- (wah-lah? valah, oilha?)we'd list these methods to protest the fair hike beyond sticks and oaktag and thats all. It would be all talk (so maybe now I'm relizing that I myself am is in as much fault as person two at the ursula water-fountain of prelimary gossip).
And here we are, with a 50 cents fair increase, why complain so much. Becuase as fate would have it, next year I have to pay for my own fairs and a dollar a day, 5 dollras a week, a fun pass being 4 dollars to ride the city endless now increased to seven(usually bought on saturdays and sundays), so now 5 dollars plus 14, a week, when your a college student pushing from the shadows of adolecent hood wearing a "look mom i can wipe myself and file income taxes button, thats too much money and caluculated monthly, thats whatever amount of money away from food. Food, food...
FOOD.
So I'm here, asking people around, if they know of anyone intrested,in any ideas of fighting the fair hike and taking a piss on the faulty budget cuts and i get flossy excuses about living a little to far (walk new york, tone those tighs) and being more concenered with other matters like the dog walk against polio and the war protests. Well Guess what jerks, while you where protesting against a conflict drums and knife flinging shilloettes couldn't consume they sat there, counting and decreasing while monatarly increasing, copulating sheep and rams, they increased our fair.
So not only did you not end the conflict but you cost me a dollar as well.
And of course, in time you'd get used to it, remember when the buses where .75 cents. Just shrug it off, i guess. But then the other budget cuts, like Bronx AIDS funds being cut, non-profit resource center and social programs being cut in the ass becuase the bronx is just a plot on the map to push up the less educated and fincially struggling masses up further until you can lock them in grass shack surburbia (maybe i'm rambling here now) but pssfft.
Whatever, I ahd to let that out. Not to mention, my mother came home four int he morning, drunk. She's hungover and puking chunks of her internal organs through the median of porcelin inclintation (porcelin, yes she prefers procelin). And I think I may have discovered the joys of parenting, allowing my child to come home as late as they choose from a party, and feeling my face light up , as I refrain from punishing them and watch them experiance puking and shiting yesterday's special sober-me-up-bread.