He get's all that anger from me...

Okay, so. I went to The Ohio University in Athens, Ohio this past weekend. Arrived at about 9:00 pm, and immediately began consuming alcohol. I went to a party, was verbally assaulted by two feminists who refused my apologies and kept insisting that I was "so lucky." You're right. I consider myself to be extremely lucky to choose to facetiously pinch the butt of the ONE girl who would react in a very unreasonably and stubborn way. I must've been born with a silver spoon in my mouth, or maybe a rabbits foot up my ass. Who knows? No harm, no foul. That's how I see it. Woke up relatively early the next morning. Maybe around 10:30, which is early as far as Everclear is concerned. We showered, ate some day old Wendy's, and began drinking again at a groundbreaking time of 12:30, which is groundbreaking as far as Everclear is concerned. Half of us seperated to go parading around campus. Showing us the sights and the like. Whereas the other half remained put, feverishly consuming what must be one of the strongest Growler full of mixed drinks I've ever made. Yes, I was the mastermind behind the drink which was responsible for my friends roommate, who has dreadlocks (that IS relevant to the story) to slip into some pretty serious hipster gear, walk around with a bass, and insist he was the "White Lil Wayne." Keep in mind this was going on before the sun had set. It was lots of fun. Buddies band played a show at a bar called The Union, the local hipster bar, which was cool. I was thoroughly inebriated and couldn't stop myself from "WOO!-ing" over and over. They did a Bad Brains cover show, which was even more fun, because shows are boring unless the musics fast, and the crowd is rowdy. Fuck all that other noise. His band, The Red Army, always have good shows. The lead singer, Will, always does a good job. He's super into it, which shouldn't even be a problem. I mean, how do you expect the crowd to be into it, if the bands not even into it? Pretty basic shit, if you ask me. All-in-all it was a good time. Got to see some old friends, got to make some new friends, got to have a pretty killer jam sesh with my friends little brother, who will, for all intents and purposes, be hereby known as Samus.





Oh yeah, I had a really, really wicked conversation with some old-school hippie dude who graduated college back in '95 at some Irish bar. He had super long hair, which he wore in a ponytail, though even with it tied back, it was still unruly. We sort of just talked about how the large majority of college kids are incredibly dumb, and don't even realize that the career they're "pursuing" isn't feasible at all, that they're just living a $30,000 fairy tale, and will be very upset when they get a job not relating to their major at all. He was actually a fine arts major at UC. DAAP program, even. He now works a shitty 9-5 in some run down factory outside of Athens, and the highlight of his weeks are getting to get sloshed at some college bar with a bunch of goofy white kids running around talking about being a caucasian version of a big time rapper. It made me feel better, at least. I thrive on your sadness!