So one day he's out under a tree meditating when something snaps. His face goes all flat, like all those little muscles that make smiles into frowns just gave it all up. And he's got this blankness going on. You could look at him and figure something opened the back door and parted ways. He's a cracked nutshell.
The nutshell gets up and walks to the financial aid office. There's a huge line of people just like him; a line of empty vessels with hollow stares. He takes his place and if the line could move any slower, it would be a black and white photograph of potatoes. He does the math in his head...five minutes per person, twenty four people...this'll take me about an hour twenty. Fuck me.
An hour fifty passes and he's rounded the corner, the other corner, made it to the line after the line, and now he's next. "Next" a squat brown woman barks. Kid takes his place in the open stall. "How can I help you today?" She asks.
"How's about you just shut the fuck up and sit there, you dirty cunt. Don't do a fucking thing for me and that way I'll get the same results I ever got outta' this fucking dump and you won't have to even work at it. Just sit there and watch me whither and die."
"Security!" He didn't go easy, he went ugly.
Kid is in the shit can now, man. No money for gas, rent's late, credit cards are feeing the fees, and the bank might as well shoot him. But at least for the moment, there's nothing he can do about it. That's the good news. In this college he gets three squares, a cot, one hell of an education, and all the sex he never wanted.