crunchy cancer courters

some of the hypocrisy in eugene really trips me out. like i see white kids who are all dooded out like some cross between bob marley (with their dreadlocks) and jerry garcia, and they are into all these good food save the earth organic greenpeace trips, but as my mom (IN the 70s) and her friends put it, some of these cats iz just bein “trippy.” and i guess that bothers me. because i open my screen door to see what the stink and the sound is about forty feet from my place, (front door is open on this hot day because i’m not having the AC hooked in yet) and it’s one of these groovy hipsters smoking a cigarette as his female friend coughs next to him, as they pluming that smoke all up in my front area, sitting on a ledge thats in public, but i can smell it in my house. and i could shut my door, true. and i prefer people have the right to smoke in an open space. but neo-rasta-hippie dude? i’d rather you do like your dread-o-cessor, mista marley, and spliff it up instead. at least that wont give people around you cancer. plus you won’t look so incongruous eating your vegan meal with your hemp sandals whilst puffing on an RJ Reynolds Ammonium Cyanide Special!

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Published:
06.28.08 / 12pm
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mi vida, poisons
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