OH YOU'VE GONE TO FINEST SCHOOL ALRIGHT MISS LONELY BUT YOU KNOW YOU ONLY USED TO GET JUICED IN IT
There's something dangerous about upwardly mobile teacher types listening to Bob Dylan in their cars on the way to work. I say it's dangerous because I am not, in any way, on my own, a complete unknown, or a rolling stone. But it kind of feels that way sometimes. I have a gym membership and healthy foods. I shower every other day (a real switch-up from the greasy collegiate days). There is no reason for me to be singing along in my young professional get-up at 6:45 AM to a song about being completely down and out. (Although that line about getting juiced in the finest school has certain uncomfortable relevance.) Oh well. You know the way people sing along with that song. "mmmhmmmmhmmmhmmm JUICED IN IT! hmhmhmhmmmmhmhmhmhmmm USED TO IT!"
There's something dangerous about upwardly mobile teacher types listening to Bob Dylan in their cars on the way to work. I say it's dangerous because I am not, in any way, on my own, a complete unknown, or a rolling stone. But it kind of feels that way sometimes. I have a gym membership and healthy foods. I shower every other day (a real switch-up from the greasy collegiate days). There is no reason for me to be singing along in my young professional get-up at 6:45 AM to a song about being completely down and out. (Although that line about getting juiced in the finest school has certain uncomfortable relevance.) Oh well. You know the way people sing along with that song. "mmmhmmmmhmmmhmmm JUICED IN IT! hmhmhmhmmmmhmhmhmhmmm USED TO IT!"
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