Nice book man. I got a book too. It is only 1 page though. It is called People I Hate. Page 1: Fucking hipsters. Seriously, I don’t know if there is any group of people I hate more. Maybe people from Marblehead but that is it. Or maybe the French but they had it coming to them. Hipsters just always have to be different and do shit purposely so they can seem like they have extreme thoughts and shit. They wear skinny jeans and the only cool bands they listen to are ones that you can’t know of. They know of all the cool bars and restaurants too but don’t try to go to them because they are only for hipsters (and isn’t cool if you know). If you show up it won’t be hipster. My lady lived down in NYC for a hot minute and there were hipsters always floating around her apartment. Just being all hipsterish. I was getting stares left and right. The thing is I am actually more hipster than the hipsters. I out hipster those bitches … I am wearing gym shorts and a sweatshirt in a big time steakhouse. That shit is hipster. I’m so far ahead on trends nobody is following or copying me. You think anyone else is wearing army cargo shorts with Paulie Walnut shoes while playing Zack Brown band in the Bus Stop? Try again motherfucker. Hipster is from the latin word hippies. And I hate them even fucking more.
Is this not doing it for you? At this point I don’t even care. I am just loving my own posts. I might start posting them under other people’s names so it is cool to laugh at them. Fucking hipsters.
Editor’s Note: This Story ran on March 2nd, 2011.