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It's about not giving a flying fuck what the outside world thinks.The next time you're faced with a problem that seems insurmountable, just ask yourself "What would a smart-ass teenager in a Misfits T-shirt do? Run wild in the streets on the two small corner patches. But if I’m walking by the front lawn or that long patch on North Avenue and I see some chickweed trying to take over, I draw the line.And somehow when pretty girls under the age of 30 walk by, I am literally invisible.I think that has something to do with light being both a particle and a wave. Even if I call out to them, they will turn their heads so I am in their field of vision but I don’t register. They are exactly like the thumbnail, very good quality, and they're not too high heeled inside, so i could walk around campus as much as I want and not get tired~!They arrived early too, very satisfied with shipping.

O’Brian’s kneecaps.) Was this new, slightly botanical me a let down to my 20s punk rock self?

When you're weeding, the old and infirm feel perfectly at ease striking up random conversations with you. The gangsta kids who walk by don’t bother to posture or puff out their chest when they pass me, even though I’m holding what could be a weapon.

I have tattoos all over my arms, so these same neighborhood people don’t make eye contact with me normally. (I could do some damage with that forked metal rod if I had to.) Apparently when I’m weeding, I have the threat level of a toddler in a stroller.

Black Flag was named after an insecticide; I think I’m on to something. Eradicating weeds where they want to naturally grow is like spitting in Mother Nature’s face. Punk's not dead, it just fusses over its lawn and needs a shot of generic Flo-Nase to get through the day.

When I see an intact root emerge from the ground, it looks like a scraggly middle finger, flipping me off. So I look like some harmless schlep when I'm bent over tugging at the root of a dandelion, big deal.

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