Thanks.
I've pretty much lost my faith in the humanity of this city, though. There are nothing but posers, twits and selfish cunts around here. I've seen damned little in the past month that would change that opinion.

There's an area of the city called the Fan, and it's populated with a rather appalling combination of scene kids, neo-hippies walking gigantic dogs that they keep locked up in their tiny apartments when they're not home, ultra-feminist grrrls who curse at you if you're male and glance in their direction, and militant idealists of every sort who think it's acceptable to hassle you if you happen to be a white male over the age of 40, even if you're not doing anything to or around them. I'm one of Them, don't you know. I'm part of the Establishment, part of what's wrong with the world, due to my gender and skin color. How fucking ironic is that?!? So if I don't want to be hassled down there I guess I'd have to wear dreads and tie dye and speak in a Jamaican accent or as though I were from Southern California and stoned.

Fucking posers. I really just want to slap them and remind them that they're not Jamaican and that Bob Marley would be the first to laugh at them and call them twats.

A friend of mine was once hired to cut down a dead tree in that area, and a dozen neo-hippies stood on a fire escape nearby and screamed "Tree murderer!" at him the entire time.

My sympathy for these asshats is about gone. I really just feel the urge to go around giving them all Dope Slaps.

I've been having to go down there on a regular basis, and it's plucking at my last goddam nerve.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 16 Oct 2008, 22:51, Reply)