My Fists Know What They're Saying, and They're Going to be Saying it Rather Loudly to Your Face!
Yesterday I was in the Dining Hall (City Eats) by myself trying to choke down a "lunch." While I ate I was trying to read a book I had initially condemned for not really being that great. The book was "Make Your Own Damn Movie!" written by Troma President and the creator of Toxic Avenger, Lloyd Kaufman. Having ever seen any Troma movie, especially any of the Toxic Avenger movies, you'd think this book would be a fairly good insight into making cheap, campy gore films. It fails in this sense, but it does have some tangible advice on location scouting and conning people into letting you use their stuff for free.
But that's besides the point of this story.
Anyway, I was in City Eats trying to read my book and choke down cold, stiff pizza for the 3rd day in a row when I found myself getting audibly accosted from the next table over. They weren't putting me down, saying anything that directly offended me, or even really adressing me. I could just hear what they were saying. I sat there for nearly a half hour (not by choice) listening to a table of 6 girls' (I later found to be from Sacto) socio-cultural analysis that reached the extent of "I don't go downtown. There's like... street gangs." They went on at great length about how they wouldn't go downtown even if they were paid because of how much gang activity there "is" downtown. They later went on to admit that they didn't "even like going downtown in Sacramento," to which I briefly entertained the idea that she was talking about being stingy with head, but I was mistaken.
After their all-too-long discussion on the downward spiral that is San Francisco they went on to cover more globally pressing issues in their Viewesq forum. One girl--whom I took to be the leader of their political discussion, dared to push the proverbial red button that their views had been circling for the last 20 minutes, but no one dared press it.
"God, I've had it with the war."
Her friend, seeing that the commitment had been made, and the chance already taken, agreed.
"Oh, I know! Like, [to the war itself] 'stop it!', ya know?"
--Ryan Amazing
But that's besides the point of this story.
Anyway, I was in City Eats trying to read my book and choke down cold, stiff pizza for the 3rd day in a row when I found myself getting audibly accosted from the next table over. They weren't putting me down, saying anything that directly offended me, or even really adressing me. I could just hear what they were saying. I sat there for nearly a half hour (not by choice) listening to a table of 6 girls' (I later found to be from Sacto) socio-cultural analysis that reached the extent of "I don't go downtown. There's like... street gangs." They went on at great length about how they wouldn't go downtown even if they were paid because of how much gang activity there "is" downtown. They later went on to admit that they didn't "even like going downtown in Sacramento," to which I briefly entertained the idea that she was talking about being stingy with head, but I was mistaken.
After their all-too-long discussion on the downward spiral that is San Francisco they went on to cover more globally pressing issues in their Viewesq forum. One girl--whom I took to be the leader of their political discussion, dared to push the proverbial red button that their views had been circling for the last 20 minutes, but no one dared press it.
"God, I've had it with the war."
Her friend, seeing that the commitment had been made, and the chance already taken, agreed.
"Oh, I know! Like, [to the war itself] 'stop it!', ya know?"
--Ryan Amazing