The students are returning to my little town. The peace and quiet I have come to love is coming to a bad-driving, frat-boy thriving, bars filled with girls wearing too little clothing, coffee shop loitering, blinding, screeching,hipster-turn-wanna-be-hippy halt. Everyone is texting across the table, while trying to hold a conversation where “he was all…” and “she was like…” then “he was all..” and “like oh my gawd, she totally yelled at him.”
Whatever! I need another FD35.
