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Next Time, Just Walk A Little Slower

Coming from a town like Berkeley has exposed me to all kinds of crazy. The drug addicts, the bookworms, the hippies, and the jocks; mutual exclusivity is common since nobody can fit all categories at once. (Or can they? Sketch.) Anyway, I digress. The point is that categorizing by these labels is widely acceptable, albeit clichéd. That’s okay; I can dig.