Serial Joe - Mistake

Ahhh, this song brings back old memories...

Anyway, I want to go see Chaucer's Rap again... 'tis good addictive stuff.

My story begins in a bar where three friends
Drink cheap gin and party hard all weekend.
These men were riot-starter types
Who spent the better part of their money on cards and dice,
Livin' the life of loose women and vice,
Pickin' fights, seduced by all seven different types
Of sins: a feeding frenzy of Vengeance,
Vanity, Lust, Greed and Envy... --Baba Brinkman (excerpt from "The Pardoner's Tale")

Everything else seems so convoluted and mixed up. Time seems to work against me. I often wonder whether or not I'm taking the right steps... I was thinking about going into Biochemistry and what do you know, I fail midterms in Biology and Chemistry. Har har, what a damper on going into the Health Sciences. I envy the people in Arts... their care-freeness and their interests. I want to take courses in so many electives... Anthropology, sociology, psychology, visual arts, political science... *sigh* When is it my turn? Maybe I should've gone to college? save some money and gas for the same amount of education. I guess I'm being selfish and greedy. But the thing is, I'm not abhorring my current map... nor am I enjoying it. I'm in stasis. I don't know for how much longer...

not to mention, I'm so full of double meanings - a slurring metaphor.

And she's back to eating pomegranates
and devouring Hades' seed.
Sie hat ihm einen geblasen.
Then gets up and closes the door behind her,
peeking back
at another week's pass.