Skip to the rants (1)  I'm going to graduate and I get to leave
the fucking academy! AH! I didn't like school so many bros and
brauds (pushing mongo wearing flip flops, incapable of pivoting
and lending people the idea that long-boarders are synonymous
with skateboarders, and rudely get in the way without knowing
how to ride a board; telva sandals, sunglasses, and that crass:
'cause it was just a fad to them... )that made me feel like
Ponyboy, so I carried my butterfly knife, and then it just
crumpled at the hinge and I had to carry it. And it was like
holding cuts, being reminded that you don't belong to that kind
of segregated community of "intellectuals" who'd sooner confuse
privilege with intelligence. I'm so fucking relieved, and happy,
sorry for the rant/awkward transition of skating into a reality
where assholes'd sooner spend daddy's money, mismanaging every
concept they encounter, including having fun: it all becomes
about a fucking product in the end- that trend, that I reply
with fuck that... fuck