This segment that I will start will only last this summer, it's something to keep the reader on their toes since I have no material and am not particularly the best at writing blogs at a constant enough pace that someone who owns a blog should. This segment will entice you with a series of short stories. Short stories of my travels in and out of Boston as I work during college.
Working part time during college is not a common task, as those who can have their parents shit out tuition tend to party instead of working part time to land a full time position that they have been working at for multiple coops. Not to say that the average person doesn't desire the party scene and not to say that there isn't a tiny part of me that would rather do what I want after classes and relax. Not all of us can pay for a college or housing, and not all of us attend a college that has such a reputation that allows you to be at the receiving end of a happy ending we call employment. And there are even those that either choose to not go to college or simply cannot afford to go to college, which leads us to today's episode of low class debauchery.
Being new to the idea of traveling outside of Boston without a car, I find everything that can happen in the public scene of public transportation refreshing and very entertaining (sometimes very humorous). The idea that two people, both males, bumping into each other after years of never seeing each other, and magically by the goodness of the transportation gods finding themselves in each other's embrace once more (one of them forgot the others name), wildly fascinates me. And even more fascinating is the topic of conversation after semi knowing each other and then finding each other once again. This topic that I speak of is the topic of incarceration.
I have friends, you have friends, the human race is incapable of not having some sort of companionship. Some people have more friends than others, some think that having a large of sum of friends on Facebook is equivalent to having more friends than others and some think their hand fits the need of having a friend, whatever the situation is, we all have friends, some closer than others. But in this situation, they came back together after years apart, knowing each-other from a "cookout" that one of them hosted. To me, the defintion of friend doesn't really apply to their situation, but that didn't stop them from comparing failures. Since I just thoroughly explained the duration of their friendship, you as the reader can understand the best part. The best part (which humored me entirely), is that they could pass the hour they had back together talking about something so degrading as jail time.
Now I've never been to jail, nor do I plan on it, but can this be a common topic of conversation? Does one normally bump into an aquatence and bring up stories of theft, recently having children and spending that time in jail instead of taking care of such children? The way that they had such similar stories to share made it clear that this must be a common instance in American life. This made it seem as though going to jail regularly has lost it's severity. Growing up, being taught to do good and behave was force fed. But this changed everything.
The other guy that wasn't previously in jail recapped to the one who was in jail about how he was recently shot and how the nerves in his leg no longer work and that he can no longer move his foot. He approached such topic with a full demonstration of his foot no longer pivots in it's joint. This topic also seemed as though being shot was not a big deal in the slightest.
Dinner conversation starters must not be my forte.
For today's episode, we addressed the negative and degrading culture that we call lower class America. Stay tooned for more bizarre stories
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