The Rock and Roll Guy

Who is he? How would you know? If you knew, then you wouldn't be reading still. I really need to stop asking questions when you guys don't know the answers. Anyway, I was running late to class. This was the first time that I was going to be late all semester. Fuck. When I reached my class I could not enter because a presentation was going on and late students were not allowed to enter until a presentation was complete. I went to the bathroom and when I exited, I heard a loud noise. It sounded like "da dah ahahahhaha na na na!." The hallway was almost empty. When I looked about 30 feet down the hall, I saw somebody who probably hadn't showered in two weeks. The garbage I heard was coming from his headphones. The closer he got, the louder it got. When I went to the front door of my class another student was waiting as well. After about ten seconds I thought I should strike up a conversation. I remember her mentioning she was Punjabi. When I looked at her and was about to utter the first word, I saw something that threw me off. She was cock-eyed. Also, she had a look on her face as if she was homeless. It's hard to explain, but the conversation did not happen. I leaned on the wall, then guess what happened? That same motherfucker came back. Mr. I don't care for my eardrums made another appearance. I looked at his face. Guess what? Yes you are right. He was cock-eyed as well. I wanted to ask both people if they were related. Maybe they were apart of an association that helped people with this ailment. I also wondered if I put them in a room together how long it would take for them to speak to each other. Mr. Rock and Roll had a look of his despair as well. I feel bad for them. I should buy them a present, or at least introduce to Facebook so they can make some friends. I am Baliwala. I keep my eyes on the prize, which happens to be right in front of me. Not off to the left or right. That is all.