(More or less copied from another small blog I've written.)
People, eh?
Have you noticed all the XXXXL wearing, gangsta-rap listening, bling covered "gangsters" with no taste of music whatsoever? I sure have, and I'm telling you all: I am sick of them already! These are worse than the wannabe emos (no offence to you real emo people out there, I still respect you)! At least those guys SHUT THE HELL UP about cred and style and pimpin'!
And what the friggin' hell is up with them "hanging out" outside convenience stores? I mean, allright: I'd get it if they hung outside a "Session" store, or even some music store (though I wouldn't call THAT music), but a convenience store? Come on! Is it THAT cool to hang out at the same store that sells whole-grain flour and canned beans? Picture this scenario: four gangstas are sitting outside a store discussing plaque removing toothpaste and boiled ham. All of a sudden, a fifth member runs towards them while yelling: "Yoooo! What's up in the hood, gangstas!? The fuckin' price of fuckin' oranges has gone fuckin' down by 2 cents per fuckin' kilo, and they just got a new stock of mothafuckin' whole-grain cereal which supposedly removes stomach ache! WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE WAITING FOR?!" Would they all run as fast as their baggy pants could carry them for some oranges and whole-grain cereal? Would they raise their fists in epic triumph as they walk out of the store as champions of the tomatosauce of justice, while high-five'ing eachother?
Well, probably not. I'll write some more when I feel like it. Cheerio!
