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This bench sure isn?t a futon
-luke

Well, it?s been a few years since I graduated. I got my degree in philosophy, then set out for my adventure. I left it all behind ? my car, my apartment, and my futon. Dude, I wish I hadn?t left my futon ?cause, dude, this park bench is just not nearly as comfortable. I realize that when I left, I had dreams of becoming a famous modern philosopher, rich off my ass, eating grapes and sittin? on one of those half couch, half chair things, like ? what?s-his-face and that other dude. The dude in the wheel chair. I planned on big, fatty pay checks. Now, don?t get me wrong, I can roll with the punches. I?m not complaining about the park bench. It?s a great bench. I just want a night in a motel or somethin?. It?s just hard to make money when you work as a street performer who specializes in metaphysical arguments. It?s just not audience friendly, y?know? Takes too long. Doesn?t ?grab? the people. So, I use the few quarters I find to buy mouth wash for the alcohol and to keep my BO under control. I make do with what I got. I?m not complainin? really. I just want one more night on that sweet futon I had in my dorm room. It was soooooo sweeeeeeeet.