Reflection Of Me From A Chicago Balcony
This is a paper I had to write for a class. My professer in the class was fired from the university. The why doesn't matter. This is an assignment the new guy wanted the class to write about ourselves, how we look, how it effects our lives, so he could get to know us. I was tired and still feeling the weed I'd smoked earlier in the day. I wrote this half wanting to produce something worth while and half wanting to be a cocky prick to my new prof. So in conclusion, I can be much more creative than this. I can also be cockier and more conceded, but I mixed it all together and got this. This which I'm posting on here to kill time before I go turn it in to this fuck-tard.
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