Where are you going? Where have you been?
I've got one week left before I turn my back on the gristmill that is Emerson College. I'm going to miss plenty of people here, but good riddance to the rest. So long, infernally-clanking radiator. So long to the window hidden in the corner that looks out over the dumpsters behind my building. So long to thin walls, to administrative bureaucracy, to the pseudo-intelligensia, to the bloody prostitution of art for cash.
Saturday will be my last radio show. That, more than anything, has got me down. I'm tempted to flout each and every FCC regulation, just for good measure. Go out with a bang. Something tells me I'll change my mind.
On a more fantastic note, my lighter was returned to me after nearly 2 months. It's not just any lighter, however, but an illustrious Zippo given to me by the Baron of Corlione. And I'm not exaggerating. He used to live next door.
I've got a steak-and-Michael-Moore date in about 10 minutes.
I've got one week left before I turn my back on the gristmill that is Emerson College. I'm going to miss plenty of people here, but good riddance to the rest. So long, infernally-clanking radiator. So long to the window hidden in the corner that looks out over the dumpsters behind my building. So long to thin walls, to administrative bureaucracy, to the pseudo-intelligensia, to the bloody prostitution of art for cash.
Saturday will be my last radio show. That, more than anything, has got me down. I'm tempted to flout each and every FCC regulation, just for good measure. Go out with a bang. Something tells me I'll change my mind.
On a more fantastic note, my lighter was returned to me after nearly 2 months. It's not just any lighter, however, but an illustrious Zippo given to me by the Baron of Corlione. And I'm not exaggerating. He used to live next door.
I've got a steak-and-Michael-Moore date in about 10 minutes.