TANK: Security

Welcome to the second editon of Tank. These are of course stories of my life and thoughts while riding around in my '88 Grand Marquis. 

Today I got out of classes, ate a late lunch in th Atrium and took off back home. The air outside was a beautiful 69 degrees and a soft breeze was blowing. It has turned out to be a beautiful Fall day. I stopped by my apartment, dropped of my backpack, and took off out the door and hoped into my Tank. This is a wonderful thing for me because in my pocket happens to be a check that I recently got in the mail for some of the stuff I had to sell off when I moved back from Florida. 
I first stop in at Marsh and they won't cash the check. I then go to the bank and they won't cash the check. I then go to the "Check Cashing" Cash adcance place.... by God they won't cash the freaking check. What the hell is wrong with this picture.
Every place I went my blood pressure went up. There is not a single place that will cash a second party check in this entire town. I then came to the conclusion that the US obsession with Security is a freakin Joke. It's so safe a starving College kid can't buy groceries with money he's earned cause he CAn't FUCKing CASH the CHECK!!!!!!!!

So as it stands I am now an extremely pissed off person. I thought that this was going to be a wonderful day, but it seems that is not in the cards. Thanks a lot to the U.S. of A for being so freakin amazing, and "safe". Honest people don't stand a chance. If you want anything you gotta be able to cheat the system into giving it to you even if you earned it.
So that's all for this episode of TANK. Join in next time for another adventure that hopefully doesn't end in me being broke AND out of gas. 

The Tank

I think what I'm going to do is start my own blog site. It is going to be called "Tank". I'm going to fill it with all the random things that I think about while riding in my massive tank of a car. Like today for instance. I was driving to Arby's to cash in on their new 5 spicy roastbeef sandwiches for 5.95 thingy (which is absolutely a miracle cause now I have dinner and lunch). I came to the realization that most of the people that are trying to "teach" all of us soon to be teachers, can't actually teach at all. I have a total of two classes that actually have really good teachers. The others are all retards. Teachers that think they are giving out tough love or being really joe cool and can't run a freakin class. (as a side note I'll try to keep this pg but as those of you who have a) lived with me or b) driven with me, know I don't always express myself in a pg rating.) So on I go. And the great thing is that I don't think I'm really learning anything from the teachers, but actually more from my own study, and the people in class. I know it's not the most random thing today, but for the instance it was. Besides the only other things that I really talked about with my friend in the car was disturbed gay men at parties, and the fact that there is enough weed on this campus to make Charles Manson sing Jesus Loves me with Simon & Garfunkel. So that's all for today tune in again when I come back with another episode of Tank.