"Life is tough. Its tougher if your stupid."
My papi taught me to live by these words. Life is tough.
But it could always be worse, as we're learning in Journalism class. Professor X has a variety of demonstrations, thumbscrews, stretching racks, water boarding all in the name of Journalism! Lets face it, the Journalism program is loaded here. The bathrooms of the Journalism building a freaking glorious shrines to urinary satisfaction and relaxation. The tiles were imported (in the name of Journalism) from an Incan temple which nobody really cared about. I didn't believe the rumors I heard, so I went to the bathroom and saw with my own eyes- it was magnificent! Especially in contrast to the Media Arts department bathrooms. I saw a few meth addicts and cocaine deals in a single bowel movement. Yes- I did see them, because the stalls have no doors.
Normally I don't mind relaxing on a toilet in plain sight. But its really hard to do that when the man from under the bridge flashes his gun as he opens the paper bag. It just tenses everything up- which is the opposite of a relaxing bowel movement. Its downright constricting.
We need change.
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