Unregistered
June 21st, 2005, 07:41 AM
I see you out there in front of Whole Foods in the U-District playing the same stupid songs over and over, waving your "freak flag", and shaking your flea-bitten Bozo the Clown hair. I actually don't mind the fact that people play music out there. I like street music, even if it sucks. Your problem is that you antagonize and intimidate people. That's your schtick. You love to follow people as they walk down the street and sing little songs about how they are elitist assholes for shopping there. I saw you really cross the line when you screamed your pathetic faux political lyric directly into an infant's face as the mother was wheeling her to the parking lot, and causing the baby to cry (d'ya think it was your beady rat eyes, your ratty hair, the shit smell emanating from your lungs, the screaching sound you call singing, or a combo of all four that terrified that child?) When the mother asked you to stop and get away from her baby, you started singing a pert little song about rich white bitches and thier offspring. Well, now you've decided to turn your attention to me. I loved your little ditty about what a white elitist asshole i am, as I was sweating in the sun and WORKING for a living. Something you find disgusting, apparently. Well, Asshole, congratulations, you have finally fucked with the wrong person. Forget your paranoia that George Bush is after you.... your skinny little ass is mine. I know enough about you to know where you eat, park your car, and terrorize people when you're "busking". I would love to shove your piece of shit guitar right up your ass and kick you in the stomach over and over until I couldn't hear the sound of wood splintering anymore, but I'm not like that. No, rather I would like to pose a challenge to anyone out there who knows this asshole. When you see him with his guitar case open asking for change, just drop in a deposit from your catbox. Let this fucker reap what he sows.