Extrapolate on this

Why am I still here? "here" as in:

this building, filled with pictures of young fierce-staring Indians and bufallo half-torsos sticking out of the walls as like school pride (They're almost extinct, but nevermind that).

this room, with its calmly fatalistic attempts at decorations I've made, consisting of a Jackie Robinson poster (I dont hate on JR, but picking him for poster-representation was not well-thought out) a poster of Sherman Alexie and a schedule of the year's events. also a purple sign that says, "Mr. Hagen (Hearts) Sophomores" which I jacked from the hall during homecoming week in order to add purple to the congeries of color in my room.

this southeastern Montana sagebrush desert, filled with snow and yards that are graveyards to cars that haven't run for twenty years and wobbly-ass drunks making their way to the bar at 3:30 pm, every single Saturday a large pack of inebriated malcontents.


I am here because, well - fuck who knows? Go learn a new vocabulary to add it the repertoire, Dick Rorty might say.


Go read the news, asshole.