yea yea, you know who you are. Youre the dude who just wandered off the Venice Boardwalk and somehow found yourself on the streets of my neighborhood.
Yea, I noticed you, but not for any good reason.
In fact, the only reason you caught my attention at all was cuz I was making fun of you:
"ok Brandon Boyd in the early early days of Incubus. Nice try!!"
You started showing your dirty mug at my store about a month ago and you look like youre lost.
well, I mean, you are. Venice is THAT WAY DUDE! --->
You strut in in those baggy camo pants, your dirty poncho, and that perma-stoner smile smacked across your face. You swing your dreads around like youre proud of your homelessness.
I havent talked to you, but I dont need to. I know your story.
I know youre younger than me. I know youre high.
and I know youre paying for that organic shit with EBT.
I also know something you seem to not know,
YOURE WHITE!
nice dreads...
Im sure your parents are loaded with cash and you probably come from a really nice neighborhood where you grew up in a large, 2-story home with your own bathroom and view of the ocean. You're right, you've had a tough life, and the world should feel sorry for you and notice you now that youve tossed that life of luxury to the wind and chosen this life of high happy homeless man.
nice dreads...
Im sure your parents are loaded with cash and you probably come from a really nice neighborhood where you grew up in a large, 2-story home with your own bathroom and view of the ocean. You're right, you've had a tough life, and the world should feel sorry for you and notice you now that youve tossed that life of luxury to the wind and chosen this life of high happy homeless man.
And ok, maybe you do have a cute face underneath that filth you wear proudly and maybe you are a "nice guy", but im so sure youd be anyone's idea of a date when theyd come over and see you strumming your guitar talentlessly, rolling a joint while youre still already high, wrapping your dreads up into a bun while scratching at your flea-ridden scalp, and damn, you'd sweep them off their feet when you pull out your welfare card to buy their sandwich! OOO yea! man of my dreams!
GET A CLUE!
so, White Dreadlock Guy,
knock it off! You don't belong.
Go back to Venice where you can blend in with the other white dreadlock welfare stoner dudes who probably came from rich OC neighborhoods.
WE ARE SICK OF IT!
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