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I decided to try to come home between by classes today for some lunch. It's a super short break, so I was hurrying a bit when an insane woman chased me down on the street, stopped me, and demanded to know my age. Here's how the exchange went:
- How old are you?
- 26.
- So that means you were born when?
-[thinking: Awesome maths skills!] '83.
- I was born in '61, so like '76/'77 I was around for the original LA punk scene.
- Cool. I'm so sorry, but I'm super pressed for time, I can't stay and chat.
- I'm just glad to see someone carrying it on. It was awesome. X, The Germs.
- Good, but I really have to go, I'm sorry.
and I start to walk off. She *follows me*
- [now she's panting to keep up with me, and getting a bit loud] Social Distortion! Oh, I knew Darby Crash! [pause] see, you don't even know who that is.
I'm not thoroughly tired of being chased by this crazy woman, and I'm exhausted an hungry. So I kept walking, but perhaps unwisely threw over my shoulder:
- No, I know who Darby Crash is, I just don't give a shit.
at which point she stopped and just started shouting
- You're a fucking bitch! Just a stupid fucking ignorant little bitch! Fuck you! [and then some stuff about how I'll never know what it was really like, yadda yadda yadda, respect for people who made my life possible, blah blah blah.]
Bitch please, CA never produced anyone like the Ramones, and I'd still be me without the violence and fucking junkies, thank you very much. As far as you personally making my life possible, knowing some random dude out of a tiny sample of the population hardly makes you a punk pioneer, nor have you ever paid my rent, clothed my person, fed my cat, or any of the other myriad things that must get done on a day to day basis, so I'd like to formally invite you to bite me.
I can't wait for this crazy period to pass.
- How old are you?
- 26.
- So that means you were born when?
-[thinking: Awesome maths skills!] '83.
- I was born in '61, so like '76/'77 I was around for the original LA punk scene.
- Cool. I'm so sorry, but I'm super pressed for time, I can't stay and chat.
- I'm just glad to see someone carrying it on. It was awesome. X, The Germs.
- Good, but I really have to go, I'm sorry.
and I start to walk off. She *follows me*
- [now she's panting to keep up with me, and getting a bit loud] Social Distortion! Oh, I knew Darby Crash! [pause] see, you don't even know who that is.
I'm not thoroughly tired of being chased by this crazy woman, and I'm exhausted an hungry. So I kept walking, but perhaps unwisely threw over my shoulder:
- No, I know who Darby Crash is, I just don't give a shit.
at which point she stopped and just started shouting
- You're a fucking bitch! Just a stupid fucking ignorant little bitch! Fuck you! [and then some stuff about how I'll never know what it was really like, yadda yadda yadda, respect for people who made my life possible, blah blah blah.]
Bitch please, CA never produced anyone like the Ramones, and I'd still be me without the violence and fucking junkies, thank you very much. As far as you personally making my life possible, knowing some random dude out of a tiny sample of the population hardly makes you a punk pioneer, nor have you ever paid my rent, clothed my person, fed my cat, or any of the other myriad things that must get done on a day to day basis, so I'd like to formally invite you to bite me.
I can't wait for this crazy period to pass.