soundtrak: nightmares on wax :: deep down

“you got something from a school,” al says. “what is it?” i ask. “a package.” i’m excited because i think it’s an interview package. but it’s not. i prop it against the living room table in my room and continue to watch the rest of seinfeld, the one with the moves and ‘assman’ plates. i open it finally, only because the parents want to see it. it’s all in latin.

deep down, it’s a joke. it still feels like a consolation prize that i didn’t want. i don’t want congratulations for losing.

my masters degree came in the mail today.

peace.