on sunday i went and looked at darien high school, which is the high school where i went to high school. and i think that i used the two words ‘high school’ more times in that last sentence than in any sentence since the invention of the sentence.
ditto for ‘sentence’ in that last sentence.
so i went and looked at old dhs (darien high school) on sunday. what a dump.
it’s a fairly nice place inside, but from the outside it’s such a dump.
i’m grateful for the education that i received there, but architecturally it’s like a war-bunker built by the partridge family. in all fairness it is quite nice inside, but it really is ugly from the outside (kind of like me…sigh…no, that’s a lie, i’m rotten inside, too).
and i hadn’t gone for a drive around darien in a long time (barring my trip to the punk rock show in the noroton heights train station this summer).
having not driven around darien in a few years i had forgotten just how obscenely preppy it is. it’s got to be the preppiest place on the planet. ok, most of fairfield county is pretty preppy, but darien is just so gosh darn preppy. and i think i’m developing tourrettes, what with my potty mouth and word repetition. if i have tourrettes i’ll have to stop doing interviews. or i can see it now:
interviewer: so, moby, how does it feel to be a big sellout?
me: well, mr. interviewer, i don’t exactly see myself as a fuck! piece of shit! suck my ass! fuck! sell-out, rather i…
ok, you get the point.
me and my wit.
forgive the profanity. you’d swear too if you had burgeoning tourrettes.
-moby