Hey.
I'm on my way up to the area I usually sit in to write these posts. It's a seven minute walk from where I am right now. Or maybe it's five. Hell if I can gauge it.
I've been up for three hours, I can definitely tell you that.
But that's neither here nor there.
Retarded joke is retarded.
I can see through one of the windows in the dorm that someone has a TV on. Maybe there's someone else up at this hour. Or maybe they just sleep with the TV on. Who knows?
And more importantly who fucking cares?
It's about 5:30 and it's 40° out here. I'm listening to the Cars. Because that one song by the cars is the shit.
This one.
© Elektra Records
It doesn't get much weirder than this. Well, maybe it does. But I'm pretty sure you'd have to cross into illegal territory. And I'm not into doing that.
Not yet anyway...
Speaking of illegal territory, the campus police are slowly cruising behind me...
In a big white van.
It's pitch black out here and the parking lot is fucking empty.
What do you mean there's a kid in the picture? All I see is a pole.
Given they're at least a hundred feet back, so I shouldn't have seen them. I just happened to look back as they were turning a corner.
Don't get me wrong, I do get why they're following me (if they even are). Slowly strolling up to the front of the campus, while chewing gum and listening to Blue Oyster Cult at five in the morning does kinda give off an American Psycho-esque vibe. The average person would probably feel unsafe if they saw someone like that outside of their house at four in the morning.
And honestly the only reason I'm not scared out here is because I've done this at the very least twenty times. The scariest thing out here is low flying Hawks. (Which are pants-shittingly scary the first time you see them.)
"OH MY GOD! IT'S A FUCKING DEM -
Oh, it's just a bird."
Welp.
I'm finally up at here at the sitting area. I feel like ending this entry right here. Thank you for taking this journey with me.
Peace the flying fuck nuggets out.
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