Reality Meltdown
- 10/09/02
I'll need a SPECIAL image to put on my essays. Well, they're not really essays. More like... rants. Big fat crazy rants.
I come from down in crazy town, in a little town I call Hay Wood! It's the shit. Nothing to do, nowhere to go. See if you can get your punk ass shot. But then I went to college, where the bitches are all non-ethnic and shit. I dunno. I'm 3 hours away, and it's weird down heah.
Anyway. I've got beef with people from Southern California. Like, big fat steak beef. What the hell is wrong with them? So-Cal. Sounds more like a sports drink than an area. And the area itself is just a FAT Desert! If I wanted to muck around in the sand, I'd go to the beach. They pump water into the middle of nowhere and act like it's fucking terrific! It's a friggin smog hole I call L. fucking A. They drive like maniacs and think it's all kosher. It's not cool.
People from So-Cal don't like me saying "hella". Whats their problem? Hella is hella cool, yo. It's hella not my problem. It's hella not a big deal. I hella don't get why they all make faces whenever I hella say hella. They hella got hella issues. It's hella fatty true.
And for the record, I'm not from No-Cal. I'm not even form Northern California. Northern california is like.. Euereka. And they're pussies. East Bay could take them on with 3 punk kids from Oakland and a fly swatter. They're our bitches. And their chinese food sucks. Someone told me once that it's not all bad, but I gotta say, that that was some damned bad chinese food.
Dude, I'm out.
