ADD = Attention Deficit…ohh, shiny
So college years started pretty standard for me with the exception of being obsessively ADD. Not to mean that I wasn’t intelligent. It just meant that I couldn’t focus on a damn thing for longer than 10 seconds. I worked as a waiter and attempted full load class schedule, which essentially meant that you would get an unopened beer and most of my lab experiments ended in the gross malformation of a amphibious dog. Sometimes humorous, sometimes tragic.
Once I adapted to these ailments, it was determined that I had an IQ of 197. I would get a job in a room full of brightly smiling, bad smelling “eggheads” where I would hold hacky-sack foot races and invent new dances to Devo. Unfortunately, I was terminated when I tried to rebuild a government domain and lost track of my jello cup in the machine. MMMmmmm, CoolWhip.
With any luck I will not end my days flying down the highway at 90, running into a garbage truck while arranging my bowtie for a banquet somewhere. The upside is I will likely die looking deadly handsome which should save funeral costs considerably. Go big or not at all. Always be considerate.
No spelling or grammar checking was done in this rambling, because where is the fun in that?
