I NEED TO POST MORE ABOUT MY DAY-TO-DAY LIFE HERE, OF COURSE THE #COLLAB MARKETING IS BIG, BUT COVERING MY OWN STORIES FROM THE HEART WILL GARNER MORE TRACTION. AHEM. I WAS AT THE LOCAL BILEBLIOTHECARY CHECKING OUT SOME BOOKS ON FUNFAIR HISTORY, FESTIVAL STUFF, YOU KNOW. AND THIS COBALT-BLOOD CRETIN LOOKS OVER HIS MAGAZINE AT ME, DOES A DOUBLE TAKE, AND THEN *RECOILS*. PHYSICALLY. AND HE MAKES THIS ANNOYING NOISE OF DISGUST. HE DOESN'T TAKE HIS EYES OFF ME EITHER. SO I ASK HIM, HEY MAN, WHAT GIVES? AND HE CALLS ME SOMETHING, I DON'T REMEMBER WHAT IT WAS, BUT IT WAS SAID WITH THIS REAL SOUR TONE. I WAS PISSED OFF BUT I DIDN'T WANNA MAKE ANY MORE NOISE THAN WE ALREADY WERE. SO I SEIZED UP ALL THE MUSCLES IN HIS BODY AT ONCE AND HE TUMBLED OFF THE CHAIR WITH THIS WEAK LITTLE "WAH". HAHAHA! THEN I STOLE HIS SEAT. #VIOLENCE. [⁙]