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Tuesday, February 18, 2003

To Whom It May Concern Goes On Location, pt. 2
Three months ago Jeff paid a visit to the FSU library. Today I am here. Walking into the room I knew that they knew I wasn't just another Seminole. They knew I was one of those guys from the To Whom crew. They knew where I was coming from, and they knew they best beware. Believe me I could tell. Passing each table students dropped jaws, pens and books. My presence was a distraction, but I could not be blamed. I was being careful to observe the no talking rule, but the library guy came up and said that I was allowed to talk. He escorted me to a computer to work at, then asked if he could oblige me with any refreshment. I asked for a soda, a bagel and a cold towel to wipe my brow, I've had a fever lately.

Okay, so most of that was a lie. I am in the FSU library and I do have a fever, but to be quite honest I feel slightly out of place. My shirt reads, "My hair is this color because I ate paint chips as a child." Anyone who read it probably thinks of me as a high school punk. This is a centre of learning. Sure, it is also the home of the Criminoles, but many here are working toward their masters.

These people are motionless. My eyes wander around the room and no one repositions. The only moving people are walking to a computer or work table where they will become stagnate. I guess when so much is going on in the brain they'res just not strength for physical excertion.

I'm going to get back to work now, tell the kids I said "hi."

posted by Chase at 6:09 PM

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