I'm broke as all hell, but my dad said he'd pay for me to go to school. But, the problem is, he wont pay unless I take business, if I try and take creative writing, art, history, anything that I'm actually generally interested in, he'll cut the funds and let me shrivel up. I have a feeling I'm going to have to go through life without the benefit of having a degree of some sort, but people have been doing that for years, so it gives me hope. But yeah, once I get the money, off to school.
You seem like a pretty hard worker, and successful at that. It's funny, whenever I hear someone say something about themselves being a firefighter, my first thought is how when were all young that's the job they advertise the most. "Work hard, and you could be a firefighter" if anything it says a-lot about your character, in a good way.
Profession? There's nothing professional about me. No job, no car, I've been stuck in the same rut for the past 4-5 years. But I'm a technical director for my buddies show, and I do that once every two weeks for free, then I have an off & on job that I do from my computer once in a blue moon for some extra cash, when it's available. I don't really have any kind of idea what I want out of life, so right now I've been doing a whole lot of nothing. So, long story short, I don't really have a profession unless you count writing short stories/poems, and drawing abstract things a profession, otherwise, no, I'm pretty boring on the outside.
Haha, oh, didn't see that coming, but in a way it makes sense. It's like how people used to name their children "Moonlight" and "Starbeam" that kind of shit. I've always been grateful that my hippie parents named me after my grandpa, rather then dirt or some shit like that.
Understandable, I mean, I laugh at dead baby jokes but that doesn't mean if I saw a dead baby I would just start busting up. It's just dark humor, sometimes it's in bad taste, but if I find humor in it, then it's gonna come out, especially lemons. I live under the impression that lemons can be associated to almost anything, if not everything, in the world today, and tomorrow.
Really though, people underestimate them, they just see a little yellow fruit but fail to understand the amount of power it holds within. Believe me, carry a lemon everywhere and Ommanex will keep a steady eye on you.
Aw, I bet he wasn't a serial killer, but a poor little homeless man who's slowly lost bits of information over the years, maybe even someone as normal as you, or me, but simply talks to himself in public rather then in private. Keep a lemon in your pocket, it'll keep you safe just in-case someone you're sitting next to does turn out to be the next Ted Bundy.
That reminds me. This one time I was sitting on a park bench doing some homework and a guy had been sitting next to me for a really long time, and he was mumbling the whole time (which frightened me, because that's generally the way serial killers act) but I overheard him saying to himself "And what if that dog over there fucking pissed on a bush?" and then he was like "SEE!" and gave himself time to respond...
