The Scourge of Life
Trip Start
Jun 19, 2010
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Trip End
Sep 01, 2010
Intercourse, Pennsylvania
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Bobby Mango is a perfect example of this. He comes on the bus, sops up the good times like a moldy hot dog bun on a plate of juice that once sported filet mignon, and once he's home and back in his boring, normal life, once he has nothing left to gain from Chool Bus, he leaves her and her hosts on the side as if they were complete SUCKERS.
Hey, Captain Master Bobby Mango Filigree, or whatever your name really is, I hope your worthless eyes are gorged by your flagrant ego, those natty, selfish fingers that reach maliciously into our atmosphere -- "our", your former brothers, those who'd hoisted you up on their shoulders without demand or doubt -- as if you were a solar flare, our feelings a satellite signal. You may enjoy Stanford, you may enjoy the cushion of your comfortable job, but know that the people who once had your back, who once believed in you, who once LOVED you: they're brothers no more.
Perhaps you should've spent that half hour doing something other than watching reruns of Friends, you ignorant fuck. No offense to your mom.
