This Is Stupid, But Then Again....

It's hot, it's steaming, I'm pissed, I don't want to be here. In fact, the optimum place is some universe where the season's over, there are ten days in a week so everything(football, Improv, orchestra, MC Club, set crew, light crew, Sox games)fits perfectly into its own little slot, and all the nagging aches and pains with the knees, my thumb, legs, shoulder, and head were gone.
My eyesight would be perfect.
The apartment would be a house.
The Malibu would be an Audi, preferably a TT.
John Milton would be at South Shore.
My wallet would refill itself.
Chuck Taylors wouldn't fall apart.
Gas would be 50 cents a gallon.
Everyone would be cool with everyone else.
I wouldn't need to spit game to meet women.
Curtis Jackson would just be Curtis Jackson.
We'd pick colleges, they wouldn't pick us.
I wouldn't need to be a crazed Sox fan, because we'd have a ring.
And no one would have heard of a place called Wrigley Field.

I've decided that when it all comes down to it, the mini-bat is my only friend.

Quotes:
"People won't give you days off to figure out what you want to do with your life." - Mr. West

"What is pain?: Coach Boone
French bread!: Team
What is fatigue?
Armani clothes!
Will you ever quit?
NO! We want some more, we want some more, we want some more!" - Remember the Titans

Songs:
If I Had - Eminem