You called yourself a Rastafarian. You smoked pot every morning, grew your hair out and didn’t shower, put a big poster of Bob Marley on your dorm room wall.
That was so last semester. Now you’re into the activist scene. You grew a mohawk and bought thrift store clothing, covered your L.L. Bean bag in punk rock patches and sharpied slogans. Fuck the Police. Anarchy Forever.
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