Concluding Remarks

I was sitting in my room, modifying my pants, listening to anti-flag, when I had a slight epiphany. Glendora fucking sucks. If I stayed here, what would my options be? Become one of Casey’s deciples? Casey is like the jesus of straight edge punks, and he’s a nice kid, but he’s just that: a kid, the places I’ve been and the shit I’ve seen keeps me pretty separate from the Glendora punks, they can’t relate to me and I can’t relate to them, although a lot of them are very nice, they don’t understand that there is a whole other world outside of them. They lack perspective.

And for all the shit I spout about not knowing my direction in life, there’a always an undercurrent in my thought process that knows I’ll stay in college, that knows I’m in the right place, and that knows that I’m being an asshole, because in the end the ideals I have will always stay with me if I want them to stay with me, and that I have a choice to sell out or don’t, and because I believe in free will above all else, even if I sell out like a motherfucker, I’ll have done what I wanted to do. That’a the long and the short of it. I gotta be me

College is just another system just like everything’s a system, I’m just butt-hurt right now coz I haven’t figured out how to work it yet, but I will. I always do. Motherfucker!