tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891711.post112746025558234849..comments2023-04-27T04:07:09.970-07:00Comments on ChezWhat?: Looking back: Places I have livedAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05340606442672246784noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891711.post-1127507157029942262005-09-23T13:25:00.000-07:002005-09-23T13:25:00.000-07:00Haha. A "faux" Masters. The education majors are a...Haha. A "faux" Masters. The education majors are always looked down upon.<BR/><BR/>The shower guy was good. It's a good way to get out your frustrations in the morning.<BR/><BR/>This reminds me of the undergrad slums in my own town and in nearby Chapel Hill. Every time I visit my friends it's just like you described: life exists on a minimal level (if you could call it life) on a diet of beer and Ramen. And people just drink and drink and drink and do nothing all the live long day but hang out.<BR/><BR/>The crucifix reminds me of something I read a while back about the scene up in Seattle (remember, back when Mudhoney was actually nominally popular). There was a club that had this huge catholic crucifix featuring the image of christ nailed to the wall - and stuck all over Christ were dozens of empty syringes. Disgusting, I know, but lame as hell. <BR/><BR/>Some of my older posts on the old Manhole are about similar circumstances: living on the edge of human civilization in a college town.<BR/><BR/>And as far as the poem, I get the "silence" part now. "Don't- open-your-mouth-or-else-I-might-find-you-unattractive" silence.<BR/><BR/>-Suleysuleymanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10902073486054174225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891711.post-1127489546113618822005-09-23T08:32:00.000-07:002005-09-23T08:32:00.000-07:00that guy in the shower cracked my shit up! That is...that guy in the shower cracked my shit up! That is funny as hell! Poor guy...Madam Sakurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15027537127966173960noreply@blogger.com