oh god we're so fucked it's all going to hell

Justice - Stress isn't helping it's making the scene come out stark like a moody documentary shot by frightened mice and the whole courtyard is full of "THOSE" guys i can see it from this window down the hall are 50 dipsomaniacs two girls fighting on the bottom floor landing as i push the door open and begin to walk towards the cafeteria at closing time 10:55 five minutes before the peanut butter comes off the shelves and i've never seen so many at once my personal space isn't violated but there are a hell of a lot of people out tonight the dorms have turned out and it's become a pre-riot a cop is talking to three men and a case of pacific pilsner a crowd around the streetlamp doing something illicit and there's a smell in the air i start walking faster like i'm being followed cold sweat

cafeteria doors open and inside there is a man making gestures at another man two sandwiches and a banana and i'm in the checkout line with six jumpy juvies with three inches on me and pop off tearaways god i need to get out of here NOW i'm sure they have knives and bad intentions i'm sorry for the waitstaff maybe the chefs will survive

i'll take the scenic route maybe to avoid these gangers and no here are two men in the light of a bedroom on the asphalt beside a white van you need to calm down you need to fuck off only last week a guy i know had his jaw broken i look out of place here getting glances like why aren't you drunk yet it's fucking eleven thirty or some shit god he's probably a faggot or some shit should we beat him up not worth the trouble

open container laws haha stop picking fights mckinley god DAMN it's cold out tonight and harrison you motherfucker get off my etnies i just bought that shit this song is building to a climax as i get to my door and i rip out my keys stealing quick glances around me the door is open and i close it fast behind pacing to the staircase blocked by two cell phone leeches and she comes down the other way sally are you okay yeah i'm fine. sally! really it's all fine trying to ignore this spat that is unrelated to me i clumsily sneak past up to my floor aaaaand here it is the apex where all the swamp donkeys are lurking with their shitty beer and flavoured liquors the bass drum is punching me in the stomach you can smell the sex leaking underneath doorways and the liquor breath i should have a cigarette holder and a selectric for this assignment furtive glances in all directions clutching my chocolate milk like the last ticket out of saigon this place will be the death of me if i linger in these halls and now the door is locked and the stereo silent the window shut it's quiet and what i just saw outside wasn't real it couldn't have been