October 4th, 2007 | fongstarr |

The secret SF State graphic design society of over achievers with under approved lives. I always try to keep some sort of social contact with a few of my intellectual comrades to talk about the casualties of “the real world” aka the post traumatic stress disorder of a son of a bitch. Today I found my way back in Chinatown after all these years where we hit up a Li-Po and had some Indian cuisine afterwards. Life after school is always a story in itself. There is such a battle in either trying to keep your mind stimulated vs. having your pockets filled with phat wads of twamps and Benjamin’s. Unfortunately it’s hard to have both and with the living conditions of today’s wants and needs, we all kind of have to sell our souls to the devil at times. We just need to keep a straight face when it’s time to face our almighty. As much as we might not know it, these frequent meets with my friends allows us to put our bodies on pause. Talk about the finer things in life like Saturday morning cartoons and why
Vista doesn’t have Arial in the palette of default fonts. I think by the end of it, we were all like “what the fuck dude?!” Big shouts to ED, John, Duskus, and Wes for the convos and for giving me a soft spot for Indian food, even though it looks like it came from my underwear when I was a 26 year old child. But damn, on a cold night it sure does do the trick.