Ah, my torch burns bright tonight, the reason: I am using a fuel named society. This will be fun tonight.

Couple things on my mind tonight, first I did a "patron" drive today, for those that do not know what I'm talking about I shall now elaborate, then explain why I am writing about it.

A patron drive is when the seniors of my high school go out and get people to give us money in exchange for an ad in our yearbook. I know if I were a business I sure as hell wouldn't give any money. Anyway when entering the building it should go a little something like this. "Hello, I'm from Central Catholic High school and I'm here about the ad in the yearbook."

Then the receptionist says "alright here is the paper you sent to us on a previous date with which I fully looked over and filled out, and here is your money. Thank you."

I think that happened once out of 13 times for my group. My favorite is where the older, hard of hearing gentleman at the V.F.W. deciding to help me out. After yelling my opening line three times, he caught on a proceeded to let me know that I should come back on the 13th of the next month at 7 pm. What the hell IS the VFW? Sounds like a meeting of the midnight society on Nickelodeon. It's like I'm really going to show up in a month to go to a meeting so they can give me 30 bucks for a damned ad in the yearbook. Then I just took a pen out of my pocket, bit the lid off, threw it, and started screaming, they scrambled to the ground and I had a chance to walk out.

I also enjoyed the people who have bought ads in the yearbook for the past however many years and are astonished at the price of this form of advertisement. I think if you're a business you can spare 30 American dollars in order to have an ad that will show up in the high school, middle school, and elementary yearbooks; I could be wrong. It was as if I hiked the price on them because I really wanted to pick up a dime bag on my way back to the school and with the extra money they so foolishly wrote on a check that isn't made out to me, I'll go ahead and do that.... I guess?

Another thing that came to happen today is I not officially hate chiropractors, before it was a theory that if I actually came across any I wouldn't care for them, but now it's certain. Acting all big and tough, damn receptionist, trying to "shut us down" hard to do that when I don't really care, but she creeped me out, which stunned me until I left the building. Therefore not being able to ask her how it feels being a crook, chiropractors don't do shit -thought she might want to know that.

Recently my theology teacher, who has popped up in various idiots I believe gave us a paper to do for a week before the end of the quarter (yesterday). She told us about it on the first day of school, I of coarse wasn't paying attention and last week when I asked her what it had to be on, she decided to not answer me, because she is a big bad, no degree holding theology teacher -that's why. Then she asks us what we were doing it on, I still didn't know what we had to do so when she came to me I said "I don't know." keep in mind this is a week ago, and then with her big authoritive theology voice she reminds me that it has to be 3 pages double spaced, I decided to note "Yeah, that should take about twenty minutes," verbally, to myself. Loud enough for her to hear of course. I mean how will I ever fill an entire page and a half of size 12 font? Heavens batman that will take months of research and preparation, or as I said a good twenty minutes and a summarized biography of Dorothy Day.

A couple good friends of mine, the people at the jewelry store in the mall who under any circumstance ask if I'm 18, because they want me to buy a credit card from them, or sign up for one. They should know by now that I'm not, even though I look 22. I often, (I didn't tonight) drag it on, by asking questions like, "Why?"

"Because if you sign up from a credit card now it won't cost you anything and we have a quota to fill." Replies the savvy and always consumer minded employee.

"So I would be wasting my time, because I don't intend on buying any jewelry, ever."

"Well just fill one out."

"I'm not 18, can't." Then they pretend to not believe me, then I decide to whip out my driver's license proudly displaying that I am, in fact, under 18. I'm not sure if they care, but it makes me feel good about myself.

I don't know if I have mentioned this before, if so, and you begin to remember parts of this story just skip the next couple paragraphs. But the last three times that I was in footlocker I have been verbally assaulted in someway, all my fault but, I haven't been back in there for close to two years now. I will now explain why, the first time, I was verbally assaulted. They had a sale in big letters, and that's all the writing that was on the sign, it said "Buy one item, get the second one half off." So I told the gentleman working that I have chosen to buy a shoelace for my first item, and a one hundred dollar pair of shoes for my second. He for some reason took a personal offence to this and with a raised tone pointed out that the first item has to be the more expensive of the two. He then added a couple other comments (this happened approximately over two years ago, I can't remember all that was said), but I left footlocker with a feeling of un-satisfaction, I returned two more times in the months to follow, and situations much like this one happened, it started with me purposely misreading something and then the person getting angry at me and me leaving swearing to never return again. I then walk out into the corridor of the mall outside footlocker and loudly explain to myself, "well footlocker sucks pretty bad," and nod to people that heard me.

Yeah I'm done, you saying but there wasn't anything about Bob making love to any prostitutes, what gives? I'll tell you what gives, well I don't know, but you know and I know what he's been up to in his spare time so we'll leave it at that.