punkagent

Well I am now officially a university graduate. No more pencils, No more books. You would think that I would be extremely happy about this fact, but the truth of the matter is that I don't really care. I have just fallen into this deep well of depression and to be honest there is not much I really care about as of now. I really need to find that someone to bring some happiness back into my life, or even share the depression with. They are out there I know it.

I remember a time when I was happy.

Yesterday I was Ozzfest which was a pretty good time. I drank alot and can't really remember most of the bands that played, but I usually go for the atmosphere anyway. My most favorite thing about concerts are those delicious colorful rubber spheres filled with Nitrous. When I saw the first balloon bobbing along happily through the parking lot I went on a manical search for the source. When I found the tank I purchased 4 big balloons and started through the parking lot back to homebase. If anyone has enjoyed nitrous balloons as I have, this next part of the story will make you want to cry. Usually the cops turn a blind eye to the people with balloons and look solely for the distributor, not in my case. They approached me and started deflating my balloons one by one. I truly wanted to strangle that police officer.

Reality just seems so difficult anymore. For that reason I plan on escaping into a psychedelic dream world fueled by mushrooms. I need a crutch, I need something, I need someone.