What I can tell you is that this article was written like many other articles: In dire hopes, with a lack hope, in desperation. For someone who dropped out of a major art school (to be revealed) I realize it doesn't take much to grap someones attention. Here I am, sitting outside on a cold September Morning at a Starbucks, my employer, writing to an audience of one. However a lot of people seem to be looking at me, thats what you get for wearing yellow on a Wednessday. Gainfully employed and frustrated with life, and people in general, fuck, I can hardly stand the ramblings of other people and their nonsense and the lack of appreciation for nothing. So many times throughout the day I deal with people who take their aggression out on me for the fact that their latte had foam, or it tastes as if it not half-caf like they ordered. What the fuck is that?
What the fuck IS that?
This is a poor post, to be updated with an itinerary.
