Back To It

After leaving IPFW to move to Portland, I kind of left my people watching to the campus. I didn't care as much because I wasn't actively seeking morons to write about and flame in the paper and to be honest...I developed an even more fervent hatred for the human race so I just didn't really care.

I still hate the human race, but hating the human race comes much easier when partaking in smoke breaks within the glass confines of a smoke hut located in a mall parking lot. That's right. It's not college students anymore, it's retail slaves and mall shoppers.

So get ready, brace yourselves...it's smoke hut diaries: mall edition. The first real post should be coming within the next week or so. I need to take a minute, draft up some ideas and draw those colorful mental pictures of the characters I encounter on a daily basis. Enter the lives and times of asshole children, slutty sixteen year old girls with daddy's credit card, and lifers submitted to the throws of mall employment.

Much love,

RY

New Life, New Hut

I moved to Portland.

Yes, yes I did.

There's a smoke hut I regularly attend at the mall I work at.

I'm going to write about it.

Much love,

--RY