okay what the fuck?
So that tall Indian or Paki or whatever the fuck he is kid who sits behind me in Keats' class and never says a goddamn thing, he randomly came over to me and I swear to God it was the first time I even thought about my name in years.
Some kid called Richard warned me about weirdness here. Shit, it's Pennsylvania, what's the worst that could happen other than me dying of terminal fucking boredom? Or, y'know, a cow falling on me or something.
He actually had heard of Peake.
I dunno. Papa might be out of town this weekend. Maybe I can take the Merc and fuck off out of this place for a day or so.
Some kid called Richard warned me about weirdness here. Shit, it's Pennsylvania, what's the worst that could happen other than me dying of terminal fucking boredom? Or, y'know, a cow falling on me or something.
He actually had heard of Peake.
I dunno. Papa might be out of town this weekend. Maybe I can take the Merc and fuck off out of this place for a day or so.