people sitting outside my window

for it's memorial day weekend, and what good would it be if americans weren't making themselves sick with hamburgers and hot dogs? yes, they have the friends over, and the little kids, and the obligatory jack off holding a beer bottle. i have countered by opening my windows and blasting george russell's ezz-thetics. they haven't moved, but at least i am hearing a great album. i got a couple of looks when i put it on, but hey man, you are chilling outside my window, not the other way around! fuck you! and it's always the same dudes too...young white guys in dockers or shorts, thin, with short hair. today they are renting, but in a couple of years, they will own a big house with at least three bathrooms. they think they are cool, but are every bit the stiffs as the townies they feel themselves superior too. they voted for obama, never use racial slurs, and never do a damn thing for anybody. first of all, if you barbeque on memorial day, you are an automatic fuckhead. end of story. even if they do throw in a few token veggie burgers. especially if they throw in a few token veggie burgers. i think i just heard a few of the turds mention how the red sox are doing. that was obligatory, and was likely proof that they don't know what the hell to talk about. now, somebody is putting a sheet on the grass for them to sit on. this one just had a kid, and that one is unhappy with their job, and bob is going back to school, and henry just got a house. fuck it all. why don't these fuckers take a walk?

my guess is they really aren't that into it, but it's something to do, and nobody really knows what to do. recently, they have taken to throwing little balls on the grass. i think they are trying to see who can get the ball into a little enclosed area they created. you should see these stiffs...gutless liberals. fellow crackers, is this the best we can do? while the world suffers, the good whites get drunk and eat hamburgers.

and they wonder why everybody is pissed.

hopefully this isn't something that occurs more than once in a blue moon you saw me standing alone without a dream in my heart without a love of my own.

as dolphy finishes the album with his killer version of round midnight, it looks like they plan on being here a while.

it's not that they are doing anything wrong. it's just their presence.

if only the human race were somewhere else.

far, far from me.