Ideology

Difficulty comes in sixes.

Bad luck comes in threes.

Define and why.

I was once deplored for my tendency, when searching for answers, to break down and analyze. It was always the core of my smugness and source of my logic. Then, after, it ceased to be. It was then another nasty vibration, a sickening pulse trying to throw my drummer boy off his beat. And thus it continued to be.

Until today. Mr. King's english class has become what Mrs. Schwickrath's class was in high school: the necessary aggregate of my goddamn stereobate.

Now, my questions of what, how, and why have emerged as important as I always felt.