Random Scrap:
There was an anniversary at the Trannyshack and the Sun Machine is Coming Down was a song that could best describe my mood. I was comprehensive, scared, and the zeros from the loans and other obligations were slowly started to making an appearance again. And the radiator, for as long as tried to pretend the problem did not exist, was surely not getting any better. I would take a walk in the morning to the Pol Sci 3 discussion and played the Precious moment on the mp3 player I brought in from China. Original Sony heckled at the Silk Market to twenty dollars or so. A bargain packed in a generic box. I brought myself cigarette to mark the moment to which I told myself I was surely going to be coming back. On Monday morning I would take BART to San Francisco and transfer onto a tram heading to the congress lady's office. Answering calls from people complaining about UFOs, medical bills, too many Mexicans and, on occasion, a PATRIOT act. At 11 o'clock Mark would call just to check in. Wednesday was my afternoon shift after which I would go to class wearing a tie feeling slightly depressed.