Fist-full of Jews
It is a little bothersome to me that every-time I go downtown I see some Lewis and Clark Motherfucker walking around my city saying, "hi".
More bothersome is that these Jewish-looking-but-not-Practicing kids are friends with me on facebook. I'm trying me best to be polite.
So I am somewhat aware from our brief encounters that they want to see me, once again, in their houses in their post-college version of what this city is about. Seeing me causes our orbits to merge and suddenly I am looped into invitations to dimly lit basements and themed parties so ironic they would give Woody Alan a hernia. This makes me nauseous, since there is pictorial evidence of a life I pursued for a year, still pulsing, beckoning me to it's parallax.
Don't worry, I no longer have the aptitude for it (although Helen unwittingly offered up a challenge to me a few weeks ago concerning my past foray into hipsterdom). The situation makes it almost impossible for me to stay in contact with the five people from LC, who live in Portland, that I actually enjoy being around. So many worthless LC kids are in this city. I've been talking to DL a bit, here and there, and it always turns to, "Have you heard from so-and-so? they are having a party - we should go."
I'm too excited for Spring-Summer 2011 with the people I do like, yet I find myself being nagged by the people I don't like. Curse this city and it's majestic seduction of the worthy and unworthy alike.
More bothersome is that these Jewish-looking-but-not-Practicing kids are friends with me on facebook. I'm trying me best to be polite.
So I am somewhat aware from our brief encounters that they want to see me, once again, in their houses in their post-college version of what this city is about. Seeing me causes our orbits to merge and suddenly I am looped into invitations to dimly lit basements and themed parties so ironic they would give Woody Alan a hernia. This makes me nauseous, since there is pictorial evidence of a life I pursued for a year, still pulsing, beckoning me to it's parallax.
Don't worry, I no longer have the aptitude for it (although Helen unwittingly offered up a challenge to me a few weeks ago concerning my past foray into hipsterdom). The situation makes it almost impossible for me to stay in contact with the five people from LC, who live in Portland, that I actually enjoy being around. So many worthless LC kids are in this city. I've been talking to DL a bit, here and there, and it always turns to, "Have you heard from so-and-so? they are having a party - we should go."
I'm too excited for Spring-Summer 2011 with the people I do like, yet I find myself being nagged by the people I don't like. Curse this city and it's majestic seduction of the worthy and unworthy alike.