The homeless. I had the terrible misfortune of spending the good share of a night with some last night. I think they represent every human characteristic that I hate. Some guy with a guitar was improvising with another guy on harmonica on a song about revolution and George Bush and all that single-minded bullshit, and neither could communicate musically with each other at all. Both off in their own worlds playing whatever the hell came to their mind next, the disconnect between the two was almost comical. I mean, hell, the group I was with ended up spending about $40 in alcohol and weed and cigarettes that night, meanwhile comparing the choice finds of the dumpster. At one point in the night or another, each was convinced that I was interested in hearing their story, which almost never amounted to more trying to be punk as fuck or hating their parents or just being a general piece of shit. Most of them were also convinced that, by living on the street, they really had a good understanding of the human condition and who everybody was trying to be, etc, etc. Too bad none of them had a good goddamned clue about what the fuck anything was, except where the nearest place to shit was or where you could get cheap beer and smokes.
Fuck em.