So this and that and the other thing. What matters is intros and school and King St. and it all ends with a blowjob in a tent. Charles Bradley, end credits
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Open on the bus up to campus:
NARRATION: Unlike sex, school's always come easy to me. This is gonna be a breeze. And this bus, look at this. Like a goddamn tin a soaked tuna or sardines or something on wheels. What the fuck, get me out a here! Ugh! (frustration) How many more stops is it? Who knows, we're not even on campus yet. Student life, I guess. We're all trudging off to our respective knowledge. So light in the air is all this tension. It's only the first day. This will only get worse. More morose, more strained, more callous. It'll be feverish at one point I'm sure. Sick with regret and procrastination. But now... Here, squeezed on all sides, it's still light. There's laughter here and there, but most everyone is listening to music. It's the sign of our times. Oh, and my stop's next, along with everyone else, go figure, top of the hill. Good time to pass gas.
