this is true.

i was walking along the square the other night (where i live, this is where the majority of the bars are, and also where most college students go to get drunk and stagger about the street).  in front of me were two guys about my age.  one had his shirt off, revealing about five tattoos.  he chugged from a can of beer, one of those comically large fosters cans, and had “fuck you” tattooed on the back of his fingers and had two studs going through his cheeks, several earrings, and a few eyebrow rings.  when he finished the can he threw it into the street and cried, “fuck yeah!” to his friend.  at first i laughed, but then i sincerely mourned for several minutes.  i miss the days when tattoos and piercings were actually shocking.

i am reading moby dick for an american novel class. i was the only one to reach the middle of the book by today.  usually i’m the last one to finish something in a class, so this came as somewhat of a shock, seeing as how i wasn’t really trying to read voraciously and with unending vigor.  i’d just read once in a while, like i always do.  i also seemed to be the only one who didn’t incessantly moan about the cetology chapters, in which melville goes into detail about families and types of whales, what types of tools are used onboard a whaling ship, etc. that really had nothing to do directly with the narrative. they weren’t as bad as reading a biology textbook, and were sometimes even funny in a melville sort of way.  their complaining made me wish they’d all just be harpooned themselves and shoved under the water for a good ten minutes.

i was going to post a new story today, but i can’t seem to find it.  so instead i decided to give you these previously stated tales, one occuring in a college town and the other occuring in a college classroom.  i hope they will do, for now.