The new semester at Humboldt State University brings in a gaggle of new hippies. Of course, I have to see these unwashed trust fund kids wandering the streets, cheating death by walking in front of my car, and taking up my time at work.
They come to Humboldt for the reputation and the pot. Arcata is ground central for them with their multi-colored shirts and white boy dreads. It would be funny if they didn't annoy me so much.
They'll come to HSU, do the hippie thing for a few years and then start selling insurance. Such is the way of the Phish fans. Again, funny if it weren't so tragic. Sell out? Well, there's nothing really left to sell out. More like just sad.
So for a few months they'll sit on the plaza and play their drums, pass a joint around and trip on LSD, and then it's back to Kentucky for Christmas (and a shock to the family as they see how far their son has fallen).
So, to all you hippies, welcome! Enjoy our pot. Sleep with our hippie women residents (no self-respecting citizen wants them anyway). Get a job in an organic cafe. Play your wooden instruments around town.
Now leave.
3 comments:
You and your hippies! LOL.
They aren't my hippies. If they were, I'd line them up and shoot them ... once ... in the face.
I'm kidding. I love hippies. They make good speed bumps.
They depend upon people who work to discard their trash and give them their change. The guy in the wheelchair, both legs blown off by a landmine courtesy of the VC gets my change before someone fuckwad in a Che shirt.
Arcata. I'd give Al Qaida money to hit that place. It would be deserved and sweet.
Man, I am in a foul mood tonight.
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