Friday, November 22, 2024
Answer To An Unposted Comment
I DON'T care what they say about me at Duncan's, I left there a dozen years ago ashamed to realize I'd wasted way too much time there the previous eight or so years and those asses all wasted that next twelve years there. I learned a long time ago to never mistake self-congratulation and conceit for intelligence. Considering what a self-congratulatory circle jerk it is, for them to ridicule people anywhere as interbred is mildly amusing. Nothing of any importance is ever said there and nothing is ever done by any of them.
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It's like the gang that never left the hometown and just hang out in the high school parking lot talking about the time the football team went to State.
ReplyDeleteThat's about it. In my town it was the in-crowd of jocks and cheerleaders, most of them from the families whose ancestors had been there since they stole it from the Indians, entirely unaware of the nice kids who weren't popular and who often got much better grades than they did. And who generally didn't want much to do with the kew-el kids because they weren't nice. I still do think of the hardest bitten ones as the inmates of Harry Hope's bar in Iceman Commeth.
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