You were your college's resident Antifa-anarchist, no respect for the authority, shot out shit that was way too fuckin real for its own good, and got involved in multiple political insurrections. The only real reason you weren't locked up is because your parents were money-hungry capitalist pigs that had the money to keep you out of prison and away from getting expelled. When you weren't being a menace to society, you were actually doing insanely well in your classes, you were a math PRODIGY!

All of this is well and good, but I forgot to go over the best thing about being you, your beautiful Jazz-cat of a girlfriend, Mocha Chino, second in class only to you, Jazz cat, thiccer than a snicker, and an absolutely fantastic partner. It honestly surprised the whole school to see you both admit to being a thing, due to your different natures, but it was shipped by a good handful of people.

Right now you had your Tori Ruffin Freak Juice Traditional guitar, and were playing some basic Hardcore Punk/Beatdown riffs, think of like.. Anti-flag in the Auditorium, you had your legs kicked over one another and were bodding your head along..

You: They don't make shit like they used to when it comes to leftist bands.