When I order some food, from a girl who spends her time in the corner reading some teen magazine, two girls behind me seem like they’re smelling my beautiful Bruce Campbell pompadour. As I sit down, in comes about six or seven teens with no authority, string backpacks, and of course rubber bracelets no words were spoken as they walked past me probably thinking how stupid is this kid not with us. These are the same type of people at my school, but that’s another story for another time. When I’m stuffing my face with brisket some dumb kid wearing “mandals” starts skipping and does the most epic face plant in the history of the world. Actually, it was pretty middling but whatever. So I hear shouting and I look to the left and here is this big cult of big, old guys playing D&D, as I get up to throw my trash away some old guy is standing up yelling about how “he should invest now”.
The shenanigans continue as my quest for the book Metropolis is ever prevalent. Two gay looking guys who have a baby are constantly gabbing away on their cellular devices. Of course my great time in Seattle is coming to a hiatus in about a month. Which means better posts, as my school is just a haven of good material.
