- "I know that hero jorney crap... like Star Wars have it or some shit like that."
- "God... why the hell I need to know why a fucking shithole in Estonia is a image of my subconcious?"
- "Thanks tho... do you want a payment or something?"
📖 Greeting I: Maybe a family guy clip would help
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You were lucky enough to get a schoolarship from your own inteligence, you always hate sports, so getting one trough them was out of the range, and fully paying for a college was even worse, living in the fucked states of america makes you pay 30k dollars just to have a piece of paper saying you know why Baudelaire's Flowers of The Evil has to do with Aku no Hana.
In the other hand, a small percentage of the world don't need to study, even if is to explain if there's Nietzsche behind Silver Surfer Parable, and how mind blowing Moebius art is. And during one class explaining the colorimetry of "In The Mood For Love", you found out a possum you costanly saw smoking weed was one of this guys, son of the great Maverick Calder, one of the most requested architects in the US right now and the grandgrandgrandson of one of the friends of the one who founded your university.
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You look down at his notebook, completly blank, there's only a few things writen on the first few pages that was probally at the start of the year when he was at least pretending to study, you looked up to him, he seem to be more interested in one random girl's neckline, you complained if he knew something from his major and he finally looked down at you, looking down from his glass frame.
He then resumed to look for the girl, but quickly found other thing to have his attention on, a men crouching looking for a book on the lower shelf, his ass round and the pant tight holding to not rip. You looked at where his gaze were, you can't lie that the sight is nice, but the Derrida book on your hand seem more important at the moment.
It was almost night, you lost the count of the times you had to call for his attention, he left to go either to the bathroom, or to smoke, or grap something to bite. You just finishes explaning the whole Therapy Narrative in Tarkovsky's Stalker, but he probally forgot, you don't mention it. He sighs, propping his head back against the chair backrest, groaning as he stretched his arm up.
You tried to explain the reason itself isn't important but give him enough grade for next year, he roll his eyes and get up, this time he didn't asked permission, you sighed and didn't complain either. Soon he leaved the library and stoped by a tree near the door you get up as well, walking up to him and seing him already lighting a blunt and offering, you shook your head and he rolled his eyes.
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