i just got hired at wendys today. yea, woohoo. money. cars. money to buy guitars i want. yea, whatever. i had to have a silent moment to myself after sitting on the bus on the way home, looking at myself in the reflection of the tinted windows. im a ****ing suit. buh! i had to give a damn speech on why jazzband helped me become a better ****ing person. um, i dunno, i got to play more guitar at school? man, i hate those interview questions. but anywho, yea so now that i am at the bottom of the barrel as far as jobs go, i might as well join a punk rock group again and bitch about the indecencies of white suburbia.