Hit the deck
The title offers two opportunities to make dirty words. Not much to say today folks.
I have been assigned to write an experiential piece for my non-fiction class, and I am going to use the assignment to live out a fantasy I have had for a few months now -- homelessness. That's right, as of 5pm Friday your old pal here will be a homeless wanderer. I am hitching to a city and everything. Alright! I hope to be back by the time class starts Monday, but we can only hope so much. That's a full two days of bum life. I get to come up with a ginchy story about how my life fell apart and everything. My teacher is uneasy about my participation in this experiment, as is everyone else I have told about it, except one person. She seemed as excited as I did, which is cool. She is also the only person who has seen my tattoo who didn't need me to explain it to them. So I know that if I start writing and publishing stuff that makes absolutely no sense at all, there will be at least one person who understands it without asking.
No offense to those who don't.
So, as I said, short. No Iceland for you today, gentleman!
Today in poetry class, we read a poem that had been translated from French and was printed alongside its French original. The professor asked if anyone in the class spoke French, I was the only one to raise my hand. She asked me to read it aloud. I was the only one in the class who spoke French. Its like printing Braille. Fa-hoo!
An armband in Braille, parenthesis around my nipples, can anyone think of any more ironic tattoos?
I have been assigned to write an experiential piece for my non-fiction class, and I am going to use the assignment to live out a fantasy I have had for a few months now -- homelessness. That's right, as of 5pm Friday your old pal here will be a homeless wanderer. I am hitching to a city and everything. Alright! I hope to be back by the time class starts Monday, but we can only hope so much. That's a full two days of bum life. I get to come up with a ginchy story about how my life fell apart and everything. My teacher is uneasy about my participation in this experiment, as is everyone else I have told about it, except one person. She seemed as excited as I did, which is cool. She is also the only person who has seen my tattoo who didn't need me to explain it to them. So I know that if I start writing and publishing stuff that makes absolutely no sense at all, there will be at least one person who understands it without asking.
No offense to those who don't.
So, as I said, short. No Iceland for you today, gentleman!
Today in poetry class, we read a poem that had been translated from French and was printed alongside its French original. The professor asked if anyone in the class spoke French, I was the only one to raise my hand. She asked me to read it aloud. I was the only one in the class who spoke French. Its like printing Braille. Fa-hoo!
An armband in Braille, parenthesis around my nipples, can anyone think of any more ironic tattoos?
posted by AJ. That's right, AJ. | 8:29 PM
2 Comments:
You know, I did get your writing, even that crazy experiment. I questioned it because it could potentially go wrong in so many ways & I had so much invested in you. & I do find it offensive that you didn't realize I appreciated your genius and yet still wanted you to come back to me in one piece.
Also, I work at a ship now, so I have lots of deck jokes :)
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