So I was about to go to bed, and catch some strongly needed sleep. After receiving a text message from my college telling me there’s no classes tomorrow, due to an impending snowstorm – I was immediately more awake, and ready to drink a beer and stay up. My friend and I went to the corner store and picked up some fourties. On the way back into our building, the guard asked us to open our bags. This never ever happens. We looked at each other, and said, no, thanks, and walked back outside. We decided to try another entrance, but before we got there, of course, a car packed with security guard city 17 combine fuckheads was waiting, and wrote us up.
Ive been written up before, and it didnt seem to have any serious consequences. I mean, you get it written into your college history, I believe, but everything gets expunged once that particular semester has run its course. The thing Im sweating is my transferring to Pace University. I Need to go there, and get out of this fucking school in the depressing Bronx, which doesnt offer me much, nevermind a fucking film class I could sign up for. It really shouldnt fucking matter, this little write up for beer, and shouldnt affect my chances to get Pace’s loving acceptance letter. If it does, horrible anger will turn me to the dark side, and I will strike somebody down and fucking punch myself in the face.
I am being way too serious about this currently. It just pisses me off. Why cant I drink a beer? Im 20 years old. Ive been drinking beer with my parent’s consent for maybe four years, seven without their approval. Who gives a shit? Its a normal activity that most humans partake in.
WHAT THE FUCK IS THE PROBLEM
Sometimes I really dont understand America(ns). And it frustrates me, because most of the time, I Do understand them.
