Ann Arbour Youth Tobacco Brigade
Most would think my disdain for lefties who smoke cigarettes could not be topped, but at least some of them are addicted, and many are friends (plus they make my uncles richer).
But recently I saw much worse human samples- vile creatures that only a town like Ann Arbour could produce: teens smoking Sherlock pipes while talking about literature and chess, in front of a corporate chain.
The only consolation was the fact that I was stuck in traffic in the Fiero with "She's Got Balls" seeping out of the Krokusvagen. I probably forgot the windows were open and let a loud "What the Fuck!?" accompany the transsexual AC/DC tune. The post-peachfuzzers crew looked scared...as they should have been.
"Makes you look distinguished and possibly helps to out wit criminal masterminds (or semi-colons and dark-skinned interlopers?)."
But AA's youth can sink further: When attempting to pull away from the curb in my escape from "Treeless Town" a very white boy with a pseudo Dr. Know turban asked which way I was heading (this after calling me "Mon").
"Ypsi", I replied.
"Could you drop me at my house, mon?"
"Sure"
...
Turns out he lived only a few blocks away in AA and really "just wanted to ride in this low car". Astoundingly, he likes reggae, smokes pot and cigarettes and assumed I did too.
Where's my hair clippers?..and my crossbow?
But recently I saw much worse human samples- vile creatures that only a town like Ann Arbour could produce: teens smoking Sherlock pipes while talking about literature and chess, in front of a corporate chain.
The only consolation was the fact that I was stuck in traffic in the Fiero with "She's Got Balls" seeping out of the Krokusvagen. I probably forgot the windows were open and let a loud "What the Fuck!?" accompany the transsexual AC/DC tune. The post-peachfuzzers crew looked scared...as they should have been.
"Makes you look distinguished and possibly helps to out wit criminal masterminds (or semi-colons and dark-skinned interlopers?)."
But AA's youth can sink further: When attempting to pull away from the curb in my escape from "Treeless Town" a very white boy with a pseudo Dr. Know turban asked which way I was heading (this after calling me "Mon").
"Ypsi", I replied.
"Could you drop me at my house, mon?"
"Sure"
...
Turns out he lived only a few blocks away in AA and really "just wanted to ride in this low car". Astoundingly, he likes reggae, smokes pot and cigarettes and assumed I did too.
Where's my hair clippers?..and my crossbow?