Sunday, September 11, 2005
they sucked every ounce of idealism from the marrow of my bones and all i got was this crummy t-shirt
Yesterday, on my way back to my apartment after buying some new running shoes, I passed by one of the more psychologically-ravaged-looking midtwentysomethings I've seen here in Cambridge. This bug-eyed, gaunt, desolate expression. Sort of what you would expect from someone who had just been let loose after spending the past week with his eyes duct-taped open being forced to watch nonstop film clips that spliced together all of the horrors of the world. Unrelatedly, perhaps, he was wearing a Teach For America T-shirt.