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Last night I went to Tourettes Without Regrets at the Oakland Metro. Its been a while, and before that it has been an even longer while.
I've known for sometime that I strongly resemble that which we call the "hipster" and I know I was in the scene. Everyone else knows that I was in the scene too because I get free drinks, smoked out and kisses from the hosts.
I don't even go that far back concerning Tourettes but I do remember when it was 40 real freaks and now its like 2-3 hundred people. Outside some of the battle rappers got all loud and trash talking and shit, then they just kept on talking about how they were going to shut up, and how this is me, and this is my girlfriend and I'm not doing anything.
Then during intermission when a couple of guys pelted Jamie with pig hearts while he rolled across the street in a wheelchair and a cracked plastic helmet the battle rapper started talking again like "I'll fuckin hit him I'll throw shit, Yea let me at em" to which I said "go pig up a pig heart, their lined up in the middle of the street for you." and he continued to talk "Yea I'll fuckin do it, I'm serious, I'll fucking throw shit at that fucker." And again I said "so do it" and he didn't do shit.
There was a lot of glass on the sidewalk. Which sucked at reflecting light nothing comapred to the uber glittery nitrous canisters. As amy said, it was so tragic it was almost beautiful.
I've known for sometime that I strongly resemble that which we call the "hipster" and I know I was in the scene. Everyone else knows that I was in the scene too because I get free drinks, smoked out and kisses from the hosts.
I don't even go that far back concerning Tourettes but I do remember when it was 40 real freaks and now its like 2-3 hundred people. Outside some of the battle rappers got all loud and trash talking and shit, then they just kept on talking about how they were going to shut up, and how this is me, and this is my girlfriend and I'm not doing anything.
Then during intermission when a couple of guys pelted Jamie with pig hearts while he rolled across the street in a wheelchair and a cracked plastic helmet the battle rapper started talking again like "I'll fuckin hit him I'll throw shit, Yea let me at em" to which I said "go pig up a pig heart, their lined up in the middle of the street for you." and he continued to talk "Yea I'll fuckin do it, I'm serious, I'll fucking throw shit at that fucker." And again I said "so do it" and he didn't do shit.
There was a lot of glass on the sidewalk. Which sucked at reflecting light nothing comapred to the uber glittery nitrous canisters. As amy said, it was so tragic it was almost beautiful.