A little piece of my hope for humanity died Saturday night: Some indie kid spitting in the face of a Holy Roller last night downtown and calling him a f*cking f*ggot. Hypocrisy, table for 1? I hope you're riding that bike you were on one day, saving the world from pollutants, and you get hit by a gas-guzzling Mack truck.
I just believe in people's rights to peaceful freedom of speech... And if you want someone to respect why you wear skinny jeans that are cutting off the circulation to your nutsack, don't wash the hair that is growing down to your mountain-man beard, and cover yourself in tattoos then you should respect their belief that you're going to hell in a handbasket.
I know that we’re in a recession, but come on people: why the violence? I have nothing against the indie kids in this town- don't get me wrong. I wish I could sport my body art, instead of having to cover it up for Corporate America, and stomach PBRs. I envy the way the girls can wear their high-wasted skirts and tank tops, and I just look like a dumpy sack of potatoes in mine. And damn it, how the hell do they all stay so skinny?! But apparently no one sent me the memo that if you play ‘Kids’ by MGMT backwards you can hear Satan telling you to beat up on people. Is that why there are now shootings at I-Bar, and the ‘free-thinkers’ are throwing fisticuffs?
Either way, College Indie Night at Independent Bar is still my favorite night of the week.
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