#marlborocollege

[petechecchiaphotography]

Dramatic sky. #Marlboro #marlborocollege #marlboromusic #VT #sky (at Marlboro College) https://www.instagram.com/p/CRtCYgPjQwr/?utm_medium=tumblr

[petechecchiaphotography]

With another summer brings another exhibition with Allen Cohen and @anthonydemelas Anthony and I will be showing some solo work along with our DeMelas/Checchia collaborative work. #art #Vermont #WhittemoreTheatre #MarlboroCollege #Marlboro (at Marlboro School Of Music)

[davecullen]

I'm doing a free public reading at Marlboro College in #Vermont next Monday. . Will be 1st ever sneak peek at my upcoming gay soldiers book. Then Q/A on "Soldiers First," "Columbine" and the writing process. . It's part of the Words After War program. I'll be teaching 1 day of a summer writing intense for veterans and others. I'm excited. . Details at my blog, FB, twitter. #marlborocollege #writingintensive #WordsAfterWar (at Marlboro College)

[potashkill]

WWE Party was a real "snack down." Big Nug showed up and put the hurt on DIRK and philosopher Martin Heidegger for something awful to a Mrs. T and her Pierogies. It was a smashing time and Bennington missed out ha ha idiots

[thepotashapple-blog]

Sheehy Gets a Hot Tob

by Clotted Lambskin

On a brisk Thursday evening, just over a week ago, an ice cold, bone dry John Sheehy left his cozy Vermont home in a frenzy. It was 7:56 and he had just over a half hour to make it to the West Springfield, MA Costco to procure a hot tub that he hoped would fill up that disconcerting void somewhere between the back porch and his burgeoning midlife crisis. There was no time to look for his keys: he wrapped his fist in that fucking lumberjack flannel everyone hates (who does he think he is), bashed that sucker in, and climbed in through the opening, suffering a severe gash on the crest of his shimmering dome. Not 10 minutes after successfully hotwiring his Toyota Tacoma pickup, he was barreling through the Vermont/Massachusetts border at 95 miles per hour toward members-only bliss.

He was real “jacked out” on the leftover Surge soda he had saved from September’s shipment, discarding several forehead-compacted empties along the shoulder of I-91, as if to commemorate his route. It was “fucking 8:32” as the man’s tires screeched in a traction-based crisis, drawing fuming tire marks across empty parking spaces in the Costco lot. Leaving his truck still running on the sidewalk next to the oversized shopping carts, he was subject to an unsuccessful interception by a Costco employee at the entrance.

Wiping streams of blood off his face, he approached a significantly smaller man in a Costco vest inside, demanding to see the best tubs in stock. Before the small man could politely inform him of the “regular” store hours, two stern-mouthed men in Hugo Boss suits approached.

“Thank God. I didn’t drive 66 miles to get a ‘talking to’ from Proactiv™ over here. Are you boys gonna take me to the tubs or what?”

“Right this way,” said the men in synchronized monotone.

Outside, his engine was sputtering to a halt, but inside, Sheehy was being escorted right past all of the showroom models by the ‘boys in Boss. Several models caught his eye, but the Costco goons had other plans. They approached a steel door that was initially obscured by the gargantuan Aquagurgle 2000; a true object of desire that the bald man had only seen in Tub-Week Magazine. The boys stopped to stare at John (you know, just take a look at ‘im) for like, 5 seconds. One of the goons opened the door, and all three entered, closing the door on me, so I didn’t really get a chance to see what the heck happened in there. Soon after, I got kicked out by a few Costco employees because I’m not a member and they didn’t know what I was doing standing by that tub over there.

*    *    *

The man (John Sheehy, to be exact) spent a week in hiding, or at least that’s what it seemed like around these parts. Nobody got a chance to look at him for a bit, but you can do whatever the heck you want when you’re tenured, so nobody seemed to mind. Besides, everyone’s eyesight temporarily improved without that head reflecting the sunlight into the eyes of the people who have eyes on campus.

On Monday, October 10th, a man (John) posted on Facebook with a big job for students. He was offering a whopping 20 bucks for anyone willing to help him move the tub. The following Friday, he showed up outside of the dining hall as scheduled, to pick up a few able-bodied geeks and stoners and hauled them over to his place, where they spent a grand total of 12 minutes carrying the thing over the short fence, rolling it through the yard and up the steps of his porch, and unwrapping it, revealing a stunning shit brown interior.

“It’s mostly empty space haha what a rip off John,” said Derek

“My hands smell like dog shit,” Said Derek

“My hands smell like dog shit too,” Said Derek and everyone else.

And now everyone had an excuse to go into 51 year old John Sheehy’s house, where they washed the shit smell off of their hands, cashed in, and made fun of his furniture for a bit. Everyone was exhausted and ready to spend their Jacksons at the liquor store, so they rushed John back to his truck (which he had to hotwire again), and got “hauled” all the way back to campus.

Anyhow, recent reports say that the hot tub just isn’t hot enough for the man, so naturally, he’s commissioning Logan to hack the thing to make it hotter. What a rip off!

[lady-grinning-s0ul]

Just got my hands back on my negatives from my photography class in college. I forgot how cool some of these pictures are! #Marlborocollege

[potashkill]

We Boiled Some Guy’s Jeans at the Cabaret Haha

[potashkill]

Mal Devisa live at Happy Valley. December 3, 2015. 

https://maldevisa.bandcamp.com/