2:06 p.m. - 2008-03-20
The Queen loves gin
Here I go into my third straight three day weekend in a row.
My name is For-Tart, and I am a green-eyed slacker and I care not what others think of my slackness.
This outlook can be traced to a high school english class where I first became acquainted with Gwendolyn Brooks and the following poem:
THE POOL PLAYERS.
SEVEN AT THE GOLDEN SHOVEL.
We real cool. We
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We
Die soon.
Truly, American public education will be the downfall of the entire world.
You can find me at the pool hall.
