i killed the party again
i'll admit i pretty much do things exactly the same every time. usually whatever worked the first time is how shit's gonna be. habit, superstition, cuckoopantsness...whatevs, that's just how it is.
since school started i leave out of the door marked narragansett and walk to the bus stop at montrose. i don't know what came over me today but i thought...godammit, i'm gonna walk out the door that says montrose. who knows? it could be closer and it's such a beautiful day, it's a whole new world. right? dude. i walked out that door and i saw a torsoboy...as in a student with no arms and legs. like none. no biggie, except he was weeble-wobbling and hopping all around AND had like five hip-hopper kids breakdancing and flipping all around him in a circle. wtf? immediately past them was a couple that was in LOVE, so in love they were squeezing each others zits.
never again, bizarro world through the montrose door, never again.
since school started i leave out of the door marked narragansett and walk to the bus stop at montrose. i don't know what came over me today but i thought...godammit, i'm gonna walk out the door that says montrose. who knows? it could be closer and it's such a beautiful day, it's a whole new world. right? dude. i walked out that door and i saw a torsoboy...as in a student with no arms and legs. like none. no biggie, except he was weeble-wobbling and hopping all around AND had like five hip-hopper kids breakdancing and flipping all around him in a circle. wtf? immediately past them was a couple that was in LOVE, so in love they were squeezing each others zits.
never again, bizarro world through the montrose door, never again.