ONE DAY THEY WILL BE SELLING CUSTOM PINATAS ON EVERY STREET CORNER AND DEEP FRIED STEAK BITES IN EVERY GODDAMN FOOD COURT AND EVERYONE WILL WONDER WHY I AM AN INSANE HOMELESS DRUNK THAT MUTTERS ABOUT HIS ASSHOLE FRIENDS IN BETWEEN BITES OF THEIR GODDAMN DEEP-FRIED STEAK AND SWINGS AT THEIR GODDAMN CUSTOM PINATAS

random hs friend - "whatever happened to niv?"
a riffle - "who?"
random other hs friend - "well, everyone crushed his freakin prophetic dreams so often that he went insane when they came true. being a genius is tough work when you have friends that LACK ANY KIND OF GODDAMN VISION AT ALL GODDAMNIT"

ok my voice kinda seeped in to 'random other hs friend'.

let's do the conversation with tufts people!

thad - "what happened to niv?"
phil - "you play to win the game"
asian - "you guys are all idiots"
nick - "omg lol"
parker - "did you just say o-m-g? you are like my dog. which i love more than anything else ever."
ken - "who are you people, and why are you on my front lawn in motherfucking WOOOOOOBURN?"

i should tell them about my custom pinata idea and deep-fried steak bites idea. PERHAPS THEY WOULD BE MORE INTERESTED.

you want a real easter post? please file your complaint here.