Maddy snorted. “School. Yeah right.” She stuffed her ID back in the purse. “It’s expensive, it’s boring, and it’s overrated. What’s one thing they can teach you about art that you can’t figure out yourself?” she asked. “They’ll just teach you to copy other people. It’s bullshit.” She ran the zipper and accepted the Bloody Mary with gratitude and a sip. She wiggled her nose and tried not to sneeze, thanks to an overage of pepper.
Okay, maybe, maybe the thought crossed her mind, on a rare occasion, that she wouldn’t be slaving away at three low-paying jobs if she’d gone to college. Pouring coffee paid the rent on her slum, playing bass guitar paid the phone bill, and being a second-rate circus clown on the street paid for…
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on 2013-09-23 04:24 am (UTC)Okay, maybe, maybe the thought crossed her mind, on a rare occasion, that she wouldn’t be slaving away at three low-paying jobs if she’d gone to college. Pouring coffee paid the rent on her slum, playing bass guitar paid the phone bill, and being a second-rate circus clown on the street paid for…
Well…
Nothing.
It was just funny.