In order to collect data and material for this particular cultural investigation, I found it is absolutely imperative to properly reimmerse myself in a daily Northeast Philadelphian routine. So I started taking Xanax. Tons and tons of XANY BAHHRRS. This unfortunate truth, two and a half years of art school and the fact that I am native to Northeast Philadelphia (and therefore completely savage in some respects) explains why my grammar was absolutely fucking atrocious in the last entry. I guess Catholic school really didn't do shit after all.