The Joys of Truancy

When you're truant, you have more time to think about what matters outside of the city of san francisco. You begin to see your position as having something more to do with a global perspective.

For me, I'm just a little blip on a map. Huddled into small rooms that are overpriced, my actions are hunched over and hindered by my addictions. Is it my addiction to self-indulgence or my addiction to selfishness? Both highly influence my behaviors and lifestyles (i.e. I become truant when I want to be alone), and I'm pretty sure that both of my addictions will be the death of me. (Or should I say "the demise of me" to give off a more goth and teenage angst tone to my writing?)

And I need to be writing, working, not looking on the internet for these type of things. I'm retarded and inept at pleasing anyone. They should throw me down some stairs, or something even worse, they should throw me from a six story building.

What's more is to think that people actually want to hear me talk. Someone will carefully listen to me if I begin on one of my pseudo-intellectual tirades. I mean, who the f'ck am I? A nobody living on Post Street. An invisible man who works at staying out of site and out of mind. A small blip on a web based map of the globe. Insignificant, that's my new band's name. We're going to play all slow core/grunge songs while we dance around in a music video like Information Society.

This storm is supposed to last a long time from now. I hope it lasts until the night. No, I don't think I'm going to "re-engage with my schoolwork", I'm going to have another cup of coffee, eat some more cake, and enjoy the sounds of cars (and firetrucks goddammit!) going down hyde street in the rain.