gee-gee and the whirlpool of throw-up and shit
 I used to have some very strange thoughts and daydreams as a kid.
For instance, one time I imagined this scenario, kind of like a science fiction movie or something, where my family would have to go through this giant whirlpool made of throw-up and shit.
I don't remember the exact reason we had to go through the throw-up and shit whirlpool, but we just did--there was no choice. To survive the whirlpool of throw-up and shit we had to wear these protective space suits that would allow us to breath and stay clean.
I imagined this very intense and emotional situation where my family entered the whirlpool of throw-up and shit and began the perilous journey to whatever waited on the other side.
I tried to picture how the individual members of my family would fare going through the whirlpool of throw- up and shit. It seemed like it would have been a real hardship on my Gee-Gee (my great-grandmother). She was about 92 years old at the time and very frail.
I kind of doubted that Gee-Gee would have survived the whirlpool of throw-up and shit.
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I progressively dropped out of life my first semester at FSU. My dream was to be a great movie director like Steven Spielberg, but instead I had signed up for classes like biology where I had to memorzie a giant textbook full of the names of germs. After my first round of Fs, I pretty much stopped going to class. I would kill time by playing pool and getting high and standing in front of the university dining halll, waiting for it to open. 