La Vie Que Je Veau!

What a weekend! The past several days, i've experienced perhaps the most wild, outlandish, inappropriate, vulgar, tasteless, and outright amazing time of my life. It might be best to detail my excitement through what it left me with psychologically, and how this will impact my life as we know it from now on. I now believe in all sincerity that I am a Communist, and a local celebrity. Upon divulging this information to others, I discovered myself and my friends invited to some of the most lavist appartments and afterparties in San Francisco. This epiphany of political affiliation came to me on Saturday night, while I was sitting in the rooftop garden of a wealthy interior designer sipping champagne. Veuve it was, and for the life of me I couldn't realize where I was, not even the city I was in. (Keep in mind, this was around four in the morning!) I then began to digress slowly about my life as it exists now, (as one does in situations of nostalgia on nice rooftop gardens). It came to me quite abruptly that corruption of the nature of self and inter-personal relationships as well as sense of community was a product of a pessemist inside those who don't identify with happiness, or themselves. These sophists, as they like to be called, are the modern academia and political agenda of the western world, drivin by one force, greed. This greed is a direct product of the system in which we live and participate, where the transaction of monies for comodity has left the planet and social solidarity of the international community on the brink. This capitalism is the is the method of choice of bigots and carpet-baggers. I choose not to accept it. My adult life has been the rapid pursuit of higher education, and social realities were systems in place that I existed in unwillingly, as I now realize. I am...