Well, Well, Well, my little wannabees.... I bet you thought my reighn was over. Your assumption was/is probably correct. However, I feel the urge to sputter out some verbage perhaps one last time or perhaps not. I have finally defeated the SUNY System (to the best of my thinkery) and let me tell you puttin that little bitch to bed took me a ruff 5 1/2 years. Was it worth it? Who cares.
I am very pleased to be able to finally downshift my brain and put my feet up for a little while. Heck now that Im outta school balding doesn't seem so bad!
Anyshit, in the spirit of looking twoards the future this is what I have worked out so far:
1) Bunk with Dad (he's gonna love having his 24 year old dog-fart of a son drinkin' his whiskey and stinkin up his couch).
2)Work with Dad for as long as his boss permits, then hopefully find a job at a samich shop that doesn't demand a high level of cerebral output. Save up up my earnings spending a minimal amount on the essentials (e.g. eggs, booze,bath salt, Gene Pitney Greatest Hits Compilations, etc...)
3)Move to colorado with my painting amigo and his bride to be, and try desperately to fit in with some type of scene there.
4) Upon the realization that I was ultimately (and to no avail) trying to run away from myself I will begin to import my "315" buddies who will facilitate an era of social imobility and alienation from any and all groups and scenes in the area.
5) Move back to Borodino and run for the position of town drunk.
oh, In a previous post I wrote "imbide" when I meant to write "imbibe" (I think) I just caught that, sorry for the confusion. Ok kids, Uncle Swabby is gonna need to prepair for his 3:00 nap. Buenos Aires y Adidas.....Tears for Beers.
I hope it's option # 3!
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