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because in the 8th grade in art class, my refuge... we were learning about the color wheel, the physics behind color really and the teach asks us to close our eyes and open them and tell her what color their eyes go to first, which stands out the most and so everyone says yellow, but to me my eyes go to red and everyone laughs at me and the teach has me do it again and I recognize red first again.... then she talks about wavelengths and why yellow is so big and bold and I'm wearing yellow actually, big, thick used to be my fave sweater and I'm the fat kid and she's talking about how big yellow is and she points out my sweater and how big I look and you can see me from a mile away and everyone laughs again and "you could see her from a mile away without the sweater" and I havent worn yellow again and the same thing happened in high school with purple and being called Grimmis (mcdonalds character) so I dont really wear colors anymore just gray and black and my fave- cornflower blue.... it really is amazing that I never went Columbine, I mean it would have been way before the word Columbine was ever made into a verb.... back in my day kids went to school and shot themselves a la Jeremy, and I had that planned out for myself, at exactly which cymbal crash would be the perfect time for my brains to coat the orchestra.... but these days its different, they dont just kill themselves, they take out all those fucks first, and they can get semi-autos and I only had a measly Walther .357 and bravo to Harris and Kliebold, really they did a favor to freaks everywhere, especially those of us who've been wearing trenchcoats all our lives.....

Always remember to quit while you're ahead.

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