i think i may be fooling them and maybe they think i want to be the same as they, trendy noncomformists with their dreadlocks and naglene bottles and pitiful underfed puppies tied to their bucket-enhanced bicycles by hemp leashes. and all this because today it's hot and so i'm wearing a tank top and bell bottoms but high heels,
high heels! - look!
and because of the two quart rubbermaid bottle, full of what is obviously tea, distinguished by the color and the bags floating at the top.
morons: i'm not trying to emulate you and your silly little too-late luddite lifestyle, your blind reaction against evils you've been told about but never researched or formed your own opinions on, your affected disdain for capitalism and your hundred-dollar shoes and your brand new volvos. i'm just drinking tea, and that's a natural thing to drink. i'd drink it from a starbucks mug and make my lack of interest in your trends clear, but i have no starbucks mug, nor any beverage container with a top save this.
but it isn't full of echinea or ginseng or st. john's wort, it's full of cheap cheap jasmine that makes my mouth taste like soapy flowers, or oolong and one bag of ginger (when you drink it, you smell the ginger and taste the oolong). i bought them in dented boxes from some store in china town probably supplied by companies who make their tea in a poor country and exploit child laborers.
so you needn't laugh when you pass me, after the double-take. you're pretensious and you make me sick with your carefully unscrubbed skin and your rabid politically correct buying habits, designed to prove you are what you say. fuck you, i've known real hippies and you are not them, any more than little children in hot topic with green day t-shirts are old school punks.
let me drink my tea in
peace. | 
