Morning’s not done yet and I already blew up your shit
Today as I was leaving the train station for work I was listening to two hipsters talk.
I honed in the conversation because I heard Coney Island, and me being born there, and my family lived there ever since we came to America was interested on what two hipsters had to say about it.
The first one, was a normal hipster. He wore black, had a shaved head (probably to cover up the fact he’s balding) and glasses. The other one, oh was he special. He looked like a bar tough from a 1970’s Burt Reynolds movie, or an extra from a Chuck Norris fung fu flick, you can choose but in the movies it always ended up the same way. That character always got his ass kicked.
He had long hair, with the perfect amount of accidently performed flow, a tight prewashed band shirt, and jeans. They were talking about the siren festival…
Baldie : yeah like there are two things, in Coney Island right?
70’s dude : yeah like the mermaid (parade) and siren (festival). Like my band was supposed to play but it got rained out.
Me : No it didn’t.
70’s dude : hunh?
Me : I was there last year, it didn’t rain at all.
70’s guy : Yeah that nigh…
Me : I was there for the whole thing.
The 70’s dude creeps off, and mumbles a wise crack at my expense to his boyfriend. But what kind of an dumbass says something was rained out when it’s clearly a rain or shine event?
