...I don't recommend it. There is always some disgruntled, middle aged, jerk who has a wife that hates him, or a 3 hour commute in traffic just to get to their little cubicle, or a messy house to come home to alone, and...they hear those words (the words of a stranger) and decide to go gangster.
Today I was denied access to college for the semester because over a year ago, in some drug induced state (a life left far behind me now), I told the Department of Education to, "go fuck yourself" in a one line e-mail because I owe them a lot of money. Oh how punk rock.
Being a homebody does not suit me; so I've been trying to figure out what to do with no financial aid and no resources until I come up with their blood money. Want to give me seven grand?
The beautiful thing with time to blow is that I can find some kind of creative outlet until I win big at Blue Lake Casino. Until then I will just educate myself. Although most of the fun of going to college is to learn, be decentful towards pompous Professors (my favorite aspect!), and spend Uncle Sam's money on bodily pleasures. That is how I live my life.
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