Bob’s Journal: March 10th, 2009

Milk carton on sidewalk corner this morning, foot stepped on burst carton. This school is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The hallways are extended urinals and the urinals are full of piss and when the cigarette butts finally dry out, all the insects will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and violence will foam up about their waists and all the punks, nerds and jocks will look up and shout “teach us!” …
and I’ll look down and whisper “fuck off.”