the smoke isn't mine

all the cigarettes in the ashtray
aren’t mine no not mine
i emptied it into the trash can
the last time I came outside
the smell of my clothing
isn’t mine no not mine
I tried to do my laundry
but the mat was full of smokers
who insisted upon dragging me to their party
nine black cars rode down the highway in a (perfect) line
up to a black-lit club where all the girls where doing drugs
and smoking cigarettes like chewing gum
the color of my fingertips
isn’t natural no no
I stood outside the bathroom
and was mistaken for an ashtray
the sound of my cough
is temporarily not my fault
I tried to hide out on the balcony
but all the smoke rose up
I complained but they insisted that it really made the party
the black cars left me there and I had to stay the night
unfortunately for me the only bed was the bathroom
so I spent the night tossing around in cigarette ash and urine
that’s why I tell that these small burns
are all accidental
some people missed when they tried
to the flick their butts into the toilet bowl
at least they didn’t miss
when they were trying to take a piss
and at least you can believe me when
I tell you in all honesty that
all the cigarettes in the ashtray
aren’t mine no not mine
no not mine, no not mine,
no not mine

"Don't forget to dot your A's"

"No one dots the a for me anymore."
"What?"
"No one dots the a for me anymore."
"What are you talking about?"
"When I was little, someone used to dot my a's for me but no one does it anymore?"
"Who did?"
"Mrs. C did. She used to dot my a so it wouldn't have a round top."
"Did it help?"
"Yeah, it would come out as pointy as roof top."
"Well what's the problem?"
"No one does it anymore."
"Why don't you do it?"
"I forget where the dot goes."
"It goes here."
"Thank you."

Missing person

hey missing person hiding behind me
the thin air, the thin air, the thin air, the thin air
seems to be thick in here tonight
how he goes missing in the shadow of light
oh missing person I want to help you find yourself
but go ahead and help me out
can't play a game around without
the missing person in the moving car

The Collegian (dream)

A guy with large, messy, curly, ashy-blond afro and peculiar face - all together he looks a bit like the guy from Mask, except not such a messed up face - narrates his memory of his college years.
Video quality like that of a home movie camera and a fond and sentimental voiceover give the piece striking similarity to and episode of The Wonder Years.

Freshman year, first semester:
It was wild.
The funny looking guy runs around the quad playing Frisbee, telling animated anecdotes, talking loudly.

Second semester:
I wanted something to eat.
I looked for something to eat.
I bought something to eat.
I ate the food I bought.

Junior year:
The funny looking guy sitting at a desk pilled high with papers and books and studying seriously.

Then college was over,
Funny looking guy graduated, hair popping out his cap and gown.

but I had two more years.
The funny looking guy walking back up the quad.

He stands at the top of the steps talking to someone. In the background you can see the frozen lake (Michigan) that was seen when he was first a freshman, but now there are huge trucks on the ice because six years into the future they can put more than just boats on the ice.