Back in the Bronx

I'm worried about this post.
First off, I'm scared I'll sound like an old man complaining about today's youth, telling them to get off my lawn, you know the deal.
Second, I might just sound like a misanthropic basket case.
Whatever, its just the internet.

I'm back at school. Again, yeah. Last semester. I should be stoked right?
Well I'm not. I'm pissed. Another go round in this stupid system. Another chance to get exploited monetarily by the bastards who have the balls to call themselves "educators."
I don't mean you, professors, or even you, administration. I'm talking about the publishers of textbooks. I spent two hundred dollars today on three books. It would have been three hundred had I purchased the other "required" text I apparently cannot live without. Before you jump at me, I bought used. Still gouged. Where do these people get off pricing books like this? Viewing supposed scholars as a "captive pricing" market? Its disgusting.

Maybe its because I'm a "super-senior", meaning I've been in school too long, but I'm really tired of people who think they're the shit. Trust me, miss 20 year old, you don't know shit about dick. Sophomore males, stop acting like you run shit. You're not bad ass, you're not hard. Walk 10 blocks south and see how far you get. The next young ass person who talks to me like they know everything is going to get bitch smacked.

On my final tirade, I'd like to set my sights on Bank of America.
You are a bunch of incompetent argumentative assholes. I hope your shitty bank fails, and all of you useless fuckers are left penniless and alone. The only talent I've run into there is the ability to talk out of both sides of ones mouth, to at once tell me I'm a valued customer and crap all over me.

Oh, Ferrari has unveiled a new model slated to replace the aging F430, stay tuned for that.