Well, next Saturday I will graduate from PSC along with several of my close friends and acquaintances. So I guess that makes this the last ever Otto’s Culture you’ll read. I know for some of you this moment couldn’t have come soon enough. But for those of you that have read my column repeatedly and have even become fans of my witty anecdotes and charm you will no doubt be saddened by my departure. Fear not! This void in your soul shall be filled again with smiley faces, children laughing, and the magical jingling of ice cream trucks driving off into the sunset as you feverously chase after them (in vain, of course). For I am just a writer trying to shape a craft I’m always working at. Just a man trying to express his inside emotions through a whimsical joke, a silly little ribbing of another human, or a painful jolt of what is a bigger, broader picture in the grand scheme of things. Just a fellow student who wishes he had started using this forum sooner than he did. A guy who sometimes sees the actions of others as well as what’s going on around him and has to take a step back so he can laugh at it all in order to deal with it positively.
I don’t have any answers or great revelations at the end of this; just a bit more insight and appreciation for those who think what MTV, Polo, and the WB network have to say is regurgitated, pathetic bull. All I know is who I have become. That person is someone who wants to play his own music loudly, write what he feels in his heart, and go about his daily business without having to deal with the regular drama and insignificant arguing that plagues college life. Because, lets face it, I don’t give a s*** about 99% of the problems my friends and associates complain about. Running out of hair gel or being angry with your roommate because they drank the last Natural Light are not worth my time. There are bigger issues in the world and people have serious problems. Just be glad you get the chance to go to college.
And so with this finally off my chest, I would like to say; GOD DAMN MY ROOMATE! I was waiting to get in the shower this morning, and he used the last of the conditioner. How am I supposed to keep my beautiful locks fluffy with no f***ing conditioner? That bastard, I’m going to kill him! And another thing, he’s always singing in our apartment. Shut the f*** up! You’re not Frank f***ing Sinatra! Just sit down and shut up!
Whew! I’m glad I got that out, it felt like a weight has been lifted off my chest. What was I saying before that tangent? Oh well, it’s not important. Have a great summer, everyone. I’ll miss riding shotgun every Friday, but hey, life moves on. Go see Those Crazy Ogelmyers (written by yours truly and directed by Ms. Bethany Gates of Human Nature) this Saturday at 7 p.m. in Hyde, where PACE shows their movies. It’s funny, I promise, and it will give us one last chance to hang out as friends and lovers. And if you live in the Boston area Black Eye Susan is playing at the Midway Cafe on May 19, the day after graduation. I think our set starts around 6 p.m. (it’s an all day event). Come check it out, stop by and say “Hi” or just drop me a line through email, I’d love to hear from you. I’m out of here, peace.