Pueblo West High
School is filled to the brim with scum sucking cretins. Whether they're a DECA kid, (goblins and punks stuffed into business attire) or a
jock who never really left middle
school (I'm looking at you, C.R.) chances are slim you'll have any fond memories of the
time you spent with them. If you're like me, and you hung around these miserable excuses for human beings for four years, you'll probably relish the time you spend in the bathroom because it is so delightfully
fucking quiet.
That's not to say that everyone at the
school is a depressingly useless parody of humanity. In fact, there is the occasional brilliant, interesting person populating the halls. An IQ over 90 makes you a mental giant around here, a vibrant beast among pale gray sacks of organic material that are far more interested in things
like Jersey Shore and the rims on their truck than any sort of mentally stimulating pursuits. These semi-dormant lumps of decomposing flesh inevitably suffocate anything remotely unique by virtue of sheer weight.
But I guess it's not that bad. We've only had two known murderers attend this
school in the last year. And only one of them shot someone's dad.
Fuck
man. That's horrible. I'm really sorry to hear that... Listen, if you need anything, and I mean ANYTHING, you just gimme a call, aight? Even if you just wanna talk. Fuck,
man. Pueblo West High
School. That fuckin' sucks. No one should have to go through that. Fuck.
