Jack Snack
I don't think anyone knows anything about me anymore.
It is an exciting and lonely feeling.
"Remember me? I look a little different and I believe in different things, and I do different things. I am a much more refined person now, do you care to know me?"
I am in New Orleans. I go to college. I'm pretty happy with college except that I never want to do homework or take tests. I'm in a poetry writing class and a drawing class and a pretty cool Bible as lit class, and calc and spanish but i'm not excited about calc or spanish. Well, I'm sorta excited about calc. I hooked up with my best friend kevin a few months ago and pretty much spend all of my time with him. We share an apartment, he lives down the hall. He's crazy awesome you don't even know. Um... I have a dog. He makes me laugh SO MUCH ALL THE TIME. He's the smartest dog ever but it just makes him kind of annoying. We're always having these really personal, emotional confrontations and I'm like "You're just a dog stop having so many feelings about everything!" I am vegan now so maybe I'm just more in tune with animals....i don't know. Today i told my Bible/Lit teacher that I am vegan because he used me in an example of gross animal sacrifice in which he and I traipsed through a desicated animal holding hands and praising the lord and he was all like "well being vegan is a luxury now a days." I know what he was trying to say about how we can be settled people and surplus and blah blah but it was a stupid way to say it. It's not a luxury to eat vegan. it's my way of dealing with my role in this corporate, oppressive, land-raping blah blah blah blah. I think all of the anarchists I have met and talked with are spoiled fucking hipster babies, but i run into a lot of them nowadays. Kevin and I are are going to tell the man to stick it up his ass and sell vegan baked goods out of the back of a truck in the bywater with a dumpster dived menu and shit. Punk fuckin' rock. Then I am dropping out of college and we're running away to the desert but we'll probably be back in New Orleans all the time. I love my bike and comic books and drawing. I will show everyone my comics one of these days (after I write them). That is why I am taking this drawing class, because I don't know how to draw and I have never really taken an art class and I have this BURNING NERDY PASSION FOR FUCKIN COMIC BOOKS AND ZINES AND SHIT. Goddamn it. I was really wasted the other night and kevin and I were laying in bed with a friend, the three of us watching The Royal Tenebuams and I was falling asleep and Elliott Smith started singing while Ritchie was killing himself and I laid their half asleep scared shitless at how much pain Elliott Smith was in. It broke my heart. Can anyone listen to Elliott Smith without having their heart broken?
I'm sorry I stopped talking to everyone. I am busy thinking thoughts and reading books and drawing pictures and hanging out with kevin.
It is an exciting and lonely feeling.
"Remember me? I look a little different and I believe in different things, and I do different things. I am a much more refined person now, do you care to know me?"
I am in New Orleans. I go to college. I'm pretty happy with college except that I never want to do homework or take tests. I'm in a poetry writing class and a drawing class and a pretty cool Bible as lit class, and calc and spanish but i'm not excited about calc or spanish. Well, I'm sorta excited about calc. I hooked up with my best friend kevin a few months ago and pretty much spend all of my time with him. We share an apartment, he lives down the hall. He's crazy awesome you don't even know. Um... I have a dog. He makes me laugh SO MUCH ALL THE TIME. He's the smartest dog ever but it just makes him kind of annoying. We're always having these really personal, emotional confrontations and I'm like "You're just a dog stop having so many feelings about everything!" I am vegan now so maybe I'm just more in tune with animals....i don't know. Today i told my Bible/Lit teacher that I am vegan because he used me in an example of gross animal sacrifice in which he and I traipsed through a desicated animal holding hands and praising the lord and he was all like "well being vegan is a luxury now a days." I know what he was trying to say about how we can be settled people and surplus and blah blah but it was a stupid way to say it. It's not a luxury to eat vegan. it's my way of dealing with my role in this corporate, oppressive, land-raping blah blah blah blah. I think all of the anarchists I have met and talked with are spoiled fucking hipster babies, but i run into a lot of them nowadays. Kevin and I are are going to tell the man to stick it up his ass and sell vegan baked goods out of the back of a truck in the bywater with a dumpster dived menu and shit. Punk fuckin' rock. Then I am dropping out of college and we're running away to the desert but we'll probably be back in New Orleans all the time. I love my bike and comic books and drawing. I will show everyone my comics one of these days (after I write them). That is why I am taking this drawing class, because I don't know how to draw and I have never really taken an art class and I have this BURNING NERDY PASSION FOR FUCKIN COMIC BOOKS AND ZINES AND SHIT. Goddamn it. I was really wasted the other night and kevin and I were laying in bed with a friend, the three of us watching The Royal Tenebuams and I was falling asleep and Elliott Smith started singing while Ritchie was killing himself and I laid their half asleep scared shitless at how much pain Elliott Smith was in. It broke my heart. Can anyone listen to Elliott Smith without having their heart broken?
I'm sorry I stopped talking to everyone. I am busy thinking thoughts and reading books and drawing pictures and hanging out with kevin.