The other day I was on gmail chat (so much more dignified than any other chat room, facebook chat is a sham) with my childhood friend and accomplice, K-Wub. Right from the beginning I knew this chat session would be different, when he asked me if I felt old.
me: here in utah, yes
The session went on about politics, idealism, utopias, how freshman are lame, and why dealing crack would be a poor profession (it just isn’t classy). This got me thinking, as most things do… cause I am a thinker. Man, sometimes, I just sit in my room and think. I am a closet genius. At the very least I haven’t gone off the deep end. Right? Whats worse, having done nothing with your life (me, by what standards I am not really sure, but if someone asked me, “Dave, what have you done with your life?” I think I would just look back at them with my scowl) OR turn out to be a jackwagon? At least I am not a wankster, I’m not overweight, or really really stupid.