Goin' Ape

Subhuman Swine Comes a Callin' II or A WhiteBox Moment

I was on the subway train and this fifteen year-old wigger came on. He had a fake-faded jean jacket, gelled up hair and a cheap looking cross with fake ice (what used to be called "that cheap shit from the back of the Source." But, "no more Source the street credit, them days is dead," to quote another famous Uighur.) He sat right behind me. He coughed and then coughed again. He stretched out his arm on the back of the chair. And then he started hacking phlegm into his mouth (but not spitting). It was this disgusting sound. And he kept doing it over and over.

I started thinking. If I were Box, I'd rip out his earbuds out and rudely tell him to shut the fuck up and get out of my earshot.

Then I got an even better idea. Either right before he gets off or I get off, I yank his worthless chain off his neck and run! It'd be so sweet. Mainly because the chain is so obviously worthless. Something about me doing a chain snatch on this kid would be so amazing in its fake ghettoness. And then I'd get caught by a TTC guy and then they'd call the cops. And I'd show the cops I was a middle class student with my social sciences assignment and my TV script in my backpack. What would they think?

Maybe this is a massive in-joke that you'd have to be me to get. I'm pretty tired.

The rude tell-off and the chain snatch were both ruled out since they obviously violate The Rules.

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Did a presentation yesterday. It's not the sort of thing you can bomb. (Interpretive dance, basically. What I was doing in said class was as much a mystery to the others in the class as it is to me as it is to you.) But if you could bomb, my group would've.

I took an exam today. Went well. I'm all wrapped up on April 16th.

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Also, look, I found a blog by a Canadian TV writer.

Labels: Canadian TV, Rules, WhiteBox

posted by Leo 8:25 PM // |

Set 'pon this corporate scumbag!

And Lo, the Mighty Box ascended from the Heavens and absolved all of any feeling of interest in making their own posts, sharing their own tales.

Hm, I understand, though. So much is going on for me right now, yet so little is happening right now. Like, if I was in a cartoon, this would be the part where I'm whistling and walking through a field of daisies or something before I got whomped. Things are looking good and there's no real conflict at the moment.
But I know, off the top of my head, two excellent stories by members of this blog, that would make brilliant posts, but maybe it's actually bether to save them for ANOTHER MEDIUM (wink, wink).

I did my last in-class driving lesson today. We had the agent from State Farm come into class today. Before he arrived our teacher encouraged us to hound him like some old boar. One fellow did so, explaining his increasingly elaborate plan to defraud car insurance companies. When he left, our teacher reminded us that the agent was just giving us the corporate perspective and that if we wanted to do dangerous things on our own time, that was cool.
Thursday I get behind the wheel for the first time ever in life. Euch! All I can think is that it's better to be here now than in ten years. It's better to be here now than in ten years. It's better to be here now... Maybe I'll like it!

I believe we should keep writing. Anyone who is reading the blog, please say "aye" in the comments box for this post. If there be nary a soul 'round, we might need to have an official referendum for realsies.

My KB start date is June 4th, for the record. And I should be coming back after my first week of work on account of it's convenient.

P.S. - Things aren't such smooth sailing for EVERYONE. No, I'm not talking about Redman!

Labels: Alves Driving School, Goin' Ape, Killbear, Lindsay Lohan, Redman, WhiteBox

posted by Leo 8:31 PM // |

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Subhuman Swine Comes a Callin' II or A WhiteBox Moment

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Set 'pon this corporate scumbag!