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Originally posted by Did you just call me Coltrane?
I hate Parisians, but I understand their attitude. All those fucking tourists would drive me crazy. I don't know how native NYers don't go on a tourist killing spree.
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I actually liked all the Parisians I met. I liked the way they refused to deal with any foreigner who wasted their time. We need that action over here, to move the lardarses clogging 7/11, Gap, Polo, J Crew and every other line I'm forced to stand in while purchasing a small necessity.
Brother, every morning I sit on the train, look around as I listen to my Ipod and think "Fuck, a conveyor belt of nervous plasma, shuffling and frittering away on meaningless tasks, playing their parts, wasting time. What a mess." But what are you going to do? Its the human condition.
Live from week to wweek, get high, enjoy your friends and try to forget you're in the Boredom Matrix. My life ain't so bad. In fact, some folks tell me its good. I figure some day life will beat me down enough that I'll placidly agree. And I have to admit... the ride's been pretty fun so far.
