Slow

And it feels good to be alive

and it couldn’t have come at a worse time

Total Whiteout

For the lack of anything on you lately.

It’s school’s fault.

Intro to Logic = hell on high water. Dissecting arguments with a professor who sounds like he likes to argue. Should be fun

Calculus = my very death. The one class I’m afraid of failing this semester.

Intro to Sociology = a joke, but an easy joke.

Popular Culture; Hip Hop = Pardon me? I signed up for Pop Culture without knowing this was about hip hop. Still, the professor sounds like a nice guy. He wrote this book.

See that book? I have to read it for the class. As does all the 128 students in that class. Easy way to make a book sell right? Make students your teaching read it? Fucker.

Another gray morning dawns across an ashen sky.  Cloudless, the only thing in the sky is the vulture flying lazily overhead. Carrion craving, he perches on telephone wire, stalking, waiting. A rabbit dies in the middle of the road; the product of a reckless driver. The vulture glides down sharpening its talons across asphalt to devour. Feasting, another car comes and hits the vulture, killing it instantly.