America's Most Useful Blasphemies
Blogs about grammar and hallucinogens
(Source: aestheticcataclysm, via butter-bum)
I have a $60,000 writing degree and I haven’t had a single text post get over 10 notes what do you people want
I’ll never forget the fear in my father’s eyes as he turned to me from the front seat of the old station wagon. “Don’t look now son,” he said, a whispery desperation coming to his voice, “but I think that guy’s got a Moog.” Something sunk deep my stomach. My eyes involuntarily flicked to the window. I only saw a mess of oily hair and a scraggly chinbeard before Dad shoved my head down, stomped the gas, and sped through an intersection, cars honking and swerving around us as he bellowed “KEEP YOUR HEAD DOWN.” We drove on in silence for a few minutes. I didn’t dare open my mouth. When he finally spoke again, my father was choking back tears. “Keep your head down, son.” he said. “We’re in a prog part of town.”
The drum solo lasted until we were back on the interstate
