First, a little love for a semi-retiring Nexite, the Drugstore Cowboy. Things won’t be nearly as ridiculous without you. Make sure to come by once in a while so we can keep the darkroom dank.
Next, a little bit of hate for the finest bunch of assholes on campus – the parking Nazis. You paper my truck every time I forget to display my permit. You know I have a permit. My truck is in the same fucking place every day, and most days, there’s a permit on the dash. But each time I forget, you fuck me. You are stealing my money and I’m hungry. I hate you.
Thursday’s forecast: By the time I square things with Parking Services and the Cowboy, I’m paying to work here.