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This should be required reading for all Swarthmore College students.
Before I get into this, here’s some backstory about me: I’m 32. I just (and I mean like, two weeks ago) returned to college after a seven-year break after being fired from my shitty (albeit well-paid) tech support job. Now, instead of making money like a productive member of society should, I’m back in school, re-learning shit I’ve forgotten thanks to the modern advent of late-night informercials and huffing gold spray paint. Needless to say, I’m taking college a bit more seriously this time around, especially since my unemployment claim was shot down (and more on THAT particular gold nugget in a later rant).
Now that that’s out of the way, here is a letter I wrote in my own blood and then burned to ash in a circle of black candles in the middle of the woods on my way home from class today.
Dear Creepy Old Guy That Sits Next to Me In Math Class:
Lollapalooza 2010
Are you KIDDING me? Are you fucking kidding?
Deer Tick is playing Lollapalooza.
There is no karma.
Go here starting tomorrow:
http://www.ourstage.com/go/lilithphiladelphia
Register as a fan.
Listen to the musicians that pop up. When NIOBE’S REVENGE by THE MUSICAL MOUSE pops up, vote “BY FAR THE BEST”.
Please reblog!!!