Title sounds a bit confusing, I know. I guess this is sorta like irony or something, maybe even an apology for Rudolph Schmidt, a man who gets things cleaned, whose name I used to cover up a dirty lie.
I made Morrow sound like the cleanest soul at the whole damn school to his Mama just so I could keep myself clean. It was like I was reverse mopping a floor; slowing slopping more and more dirt on and on with the mop, with no one being the wiser about it. Being a fake Janitor to get along with a fake Mother of a godamn fake punk like Morrow.
Those are the type of phoneys I hate the most. The ones that say one thing while they do the complete opposite. Man, I still got the taste of that stale school in my mouth. After I get to NYC, I'll be all cleansed from this dirt.
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| Like to think sometimes that Old Schmidt sees himself like some sorta Knight or something, crusading against the filth that Phony Prep likes to leave lying around. |
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