The Graduate

JOHNNY'S BIRD

THE COBRA SNAKE

JOHNNY'S BIRD

Fucking students. Same old shit every year. The whole city smells like beer burp and everywhere there're screaming teenagers who play tacky radio hits and think they have something to celebrate. But the graduate is nothing to celebrate. So when they cross the street under my window and play "I Got a Feeling" for the hundredth time I have to throw eggs at them from my window and yell:  

“You Got A Feeling To Night’s Gonna Be A Good Night. Good for you. It's your last Good Night because from now on your life will be shit! You’ll be controlled by authorities who are worse than your most fascist teacher and you’ll get meaningless jobs to lead the post-colonial economic system further towards the end of the world. You’re gonna need to get drunk to feel some kind of happiness and then you’ll try to change that by having kids who will grow upp and be as obsolete and fucked up as you. And if you are the type who try to oppose all the shit the system has created for you, you are probably a cynical bugger like me and you’ll be depressed for the rest of your life, get tattoos for all your money and die of starvation.”

THIS WAS MY GRADUATE

Mom and I had a fight for a month about my graduate outfit and my refusal to serve meat at my student at-home. Finally mom agreed about the vegetarian food if I took out my bull-ring piercing in my nose. She was still pissed about my outfit but I wore black leggings, t-shirt and shoes anyway. At the graduate day I was the only sober person in the world and refused to sign my snobbish class”mates” student caps with nice words. Came home and called my depressed boyfriend in jail on his smuggled phone and hated the world a little bit more.

The eighteen year old Linn wasn’t fun at all. I’m actually a quite nice and positive person compared to then. But I hate students. Still.