Drunks dragging metal poles and She-Males of the 21st century!
The people you see out and about at one am are the most interesting of people. While Elise and I were walking Deanna (preventing her from being raped) we notice a strange fellow. He was most likely drunk and looked to be late teens/early twenties. Being drunk is not unusual at this age, but dragged a long metal pole around is. It scraped its way along behind our inebriated friend, giving a very eerie, oh my god we’re going to be murdered feel. As I have survived to write this we were obviously not murdered. No we made it to Deanna’s and back fine and dandy (Elise clutching the pepper spray the whole way). We passed a bunch of teenagers and I debated sending them over to the party down the street from us (a D-bag lives there, but his roommates are nice) but refrained.
Speaking of interesting people, how about he-shes? There are two roaming about Kendall right now, though I think we determined at least one is male. A few of us sat debating the gender for a while and the conversation went as such.
“It’s a dude. It has facial hair.”
“Facial hair doesn’t equal a guy. Plus it has boobs.”
“All fat people have boobs, even guys.”
“It only has one earring so it’s a man.”
“I only had one earring for a while and I’m a woman.”
This continued for awhile until Deanna got up and went to talk to ‘it’. She claims its a guy, but she determined this upon facial hair. The other ‘it’ is a skinny individual who wears tight girl pants and form fitting plaid jacket that goes to mid-thigh. It sports short bright pink hair and has a small pixie face. I would have been convinced it was a woman except it has a huge adams apple.
Yes, this is what happens at art school.
