plastic

Today I ate at Taco Bell. (Whatever, you love tacos too.) and amid the white trash and the shouts of Spanish eminating from the kitchen, I heard the strains of Satie's Gymnopedie playing on the intercom. Of all things, a piece by a turn of the century avant garde French composer is the last thing I thought I'd hear out of a Taco Bell intercom. The absurdity of it all pleased me.

Also, I was admitted to UCLA.