Whatever... Lately, as a hipster, I've been undergoing very much ridicule. The truth is that us hipsters are hated as much by citizens as Monty Python hates punchlines in their skits. Just the past weekend, it was home coming at my high school. Each grade had a theme to live up to. Freshman: hip hop, sophomores: rock, juniors: country, and seniors: techno. WHY DIDN'T THEY HAVE A GRADE WITH PROGRESSIVE DRONE JAZZ METAL, WHY!!!!!!!!!!. I HAD TO SUPPORT RAP MUSIC FOR A WHOLE DAY. Don't tell me i need to take a chill pill, last time somebody gave me that retort, i took too many and got stoned........
Just kidding.
Any way, i wasn't at homecoming for the football game or dance, i had the most useful excuse to miss the tedious affair. My grand mother was turning 70. I brought my guitar up, the mere thought of letting baggage handlers handle my guitar was simply gut wrenching, so i brought it on the plane.
Nate and Jose.
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