The City
I visit the city after a season in the mountains. I see some things. I see the Suits checking their watches and quickening their pace in their shiny black shoes. I slow down. I visit a friend who doesn’t want to do anything or go anywhere because all he has to wear is sweatpants. I walk down the street at 2 am, listening to a conversation behind me on a cell phone : “All I need is one more rock, one more and I’ll quit……….I’ll even get your TV and VCR back………yeah, and the CD’s, I didn’t forget!”. I walk into the 24 hour Mack’s and buy a steak and cheese sub and buy an Adbusters. I talk to the crack-head….more like listen…to how he spent $80, 000 on crack in 2 weeks. I get to the bus station and it’s closed. I have to sleep outside. I go to the skate park to chill with the night owls, finally somewhere I expect to find some real people. However, I soon realize that all they are trying to do is be cool. “Man, I’m soooo loaded, I drank like a 26 man, drinkin’ lots, see?” pulling the empty bottle out of the sleeve of his huge puffy black FUBU jacket. “Man, I wanna smoke some chron man, y’know some hash n shit”. “Yeah man, I know” I reply “yo, So yeah, Im all loaded n shit.” showing the 26 again. This goes on for a while. After they’re gone, I sleep under some trees for a bit, which is an unbelievable act ot begin with. “What?! Don’t you need somewhere to stay? You can’t stay OUTSIDE! It’s cold man!” It’s 10 degrees, I’ll survive. Everyone thinks I’m crazy. Good. This morning I pay a fine for crashing a car a while back. I am now writing to you from the belly of the beast, Chinook Shopping center, where I came to grab a pasta salad. Watching people walk by me, I’m disgusted. At the blinding clothing stores blasting the latest club hit, fat 15 year old girls putting on make-up in the food court eating large NY Fries, complaining how they need to lose weight. I watch the puppets, their strings being pulled by the newest consumer trap, the newest album, shoe, perfume, 20% off sale. A guy just walked by me with a well used baseball bat, trying to make eye contact with someone so he can start some shit. I decide I need to write, I go to Zellers and “borrow” this notepad. Don’t worry, my Karmic Gods take care of my morals so I don’t have to. Aging mothers attempting to recapture their youth by going into the coolest clothing stores. So many people consuming. I met a guy on the C-Train that had a sign : “What can I do for you today?”. He had one for each day of the week. I wish I had a sign that said “STOP buying shit you don’t need!”. I try to remember why I came here in the first place. Oh yeah, girls. Those devilish females luring me into their trap. I see gorgeous women everywhere, but I no longer am attracted to them. What happened to me? Since when did I stop liking plastic? Have I fallen out of the superficial comsumeristic lifestyle? If so, thank my God, my brain. There’s a time capsule in the floor in front of me, to be opened in 2999. I have a haunting feeling no one will be here to open it.
I leave, unable to compe in this environment. Walking outside I pass a swarm of girls, not more than 15 years old, sporting their latest 80$ t-shirt from Old Navy and 100$ jeans from 1837. All talking on their cell phones, talking about what they heard about so-and-so popstar from a magazine. Are things really this bad? Were they always and I didn’t know? I’m only 19, did I miss something? Why? Why are people so weak? But wait! What’s this? A group of people that are wearing clothes with no labels, eating home-made food and talking about things that don’t include TV, magazines, or malls. Maybe this is the future we should be working towards.
But hey, who am I to say what should be done. That’s a politicians job. Keep up the good work. Ending is better than mending, right? Pass me some SOMA.
The more you want something, the less likely it will happen.
stealin and dealin screamin semen like a demon
My going rate is 25$
LICK MORE MOOSE!!!!
GROW MORE TREES!!!!!!
Opinions are like assholes, everybody's got one.
I visit the city after a season in the mountains. I see some things. I see the Suits checking their watches and quickening their pace in their shiny black shoes. I slow down. I visit a friend who doesn’t want to do anything or go anywhere because all he has to wear is sweatpants. I walk down the street at 2 am, listening to a conversation behind me on a cell phone : “All I need is one more rock, one more and I’ll quit……….I’ll even get your TV and VCR back………yeah, and the CD’s, I didn’t forget!”. I walk into the 24 hour Mack’s and buy a steak and cheese sub and buy an Adbusters. I talk to the crack-head….more like listen…to how he spent $80, 000 on crack in 2 weeks. I get to the bus station and it’s closed. I have to sleep outside. I go to the skate park to chill with the night owls, finally somewhere I expect to find some real people. However, I soon realize that all they are trying to do is be cool. “Man, I’m soooo loaded, I drank like a 26 man, drinkin’ lots, see?” pulling the empty bottle out of the sleeve of his huge puffy black FUBU jacket. “Man, I wanna smoke some chron man, y’know some hash n shit”. “Yeah man, I know” I reply “yo, So yeah, Im all loaded n shit.” showing the 26 again. This goes on for a while. After they’re gone, I sleep under some trees for a bit, which is an unbelievable act ot begin with. “What?! Don’t you need somewhere to stay? You can’t stay OUTSIDE! It’s cold man!” It’s 10 degrees, I’ll survive. Everyone thinks I’m crazy. Good. This morning I pay a fine for crashing a car a while back. I am now writing to you from the belly of the beast, Chinook Shopping center, where I came to grab a pasta salad. Watching people walk by me, I’m disgusted. At the blinding clothing stores blasting the latest club hit, fat 15 year old girls putting on make-up in the food court eating large NY Fries, complaining how they need to lose weight. I watch the puppets, their strings being pulled by the newest consumer trap, the newest album, shoe, perfume, 20% off sale. A guy just walked by me with a well used baseball bat, trying to make eye contact with someone so he can start some shit. I decide I need to write, I go to Zellers and “borrow” this notepad. Don’t worry, my Karmic Gods take care of my morals so I don’t have to. Aging mothers attempting to recapture their youth by going into the coolest clothing stores. So many people consuming. I met a guy on the C-Train that had a sign : “What can I do for you today?”. He had one for each day of the week. I wish I had a sign that said “STOP buying shit you don’t need!”. I try to remember why I came here in the first place. Oh yeah, girls. Those devilish females luring me into their trap. I see gorgeous women everywhere, but I no longer am attracted to them. What happened to me? Since when did I stop liking plastic? Have I fallen out of the superficial comsumeristic lifestyle? If so, thank my God, my brain. There’s a time capsule in the floor in front of me, to be opened in 2999. I have a haunting feeling no one will be here to open it.
I leave, unable to compe in this environment. Walking outside I pass a swarm of girls, not more than 15 years old, sporting their latest 80$ t-shirt from Old Navy and 100$ jeans from 1837. All talking on their cell phones, talking about what they heard about so-and-so popstar from a magazine. Are things really this bad? Were they always and I didn’t know? I’m only 19, did I miss something? Why? Why are people so weak? But wait! What’s this? A group of people that are wearing clothes with no labels, eating home-made food and talking about things that don’t include TV, magazines, or malls. Maybe this is the future we should be working towards.
But hey, who am I to say what should be done. That’s a politicians job. Keep up the good work. Ending is better than mending, right? Pass me some SOMA.
The more you want something, the less likely it will happen.
stealin and dealin screamin semen like a demon
My going rate is 25$
LICK MORE MOOSE!!!!
GROW MORE TREES!!!!!!
Opinions are like assholes, everybody's got one.
