I was on the bus in Dublin city centre the other evening. Saw a male hispter walking along the quays; early 20s, skinnier than Trevor Reznik, casually perfected Ladytron hairstyle, Buddy Wayfarer specs, flagpole-thin jeans, you know the score. What surprised me, or what shouldn't have surprised me really considering that there were several inches of snow and ice ground together by thousands of human feet in sub-zero conditions, is that his outermost layer of clothing was just a short sleeve shirt. And yes, the obligatory obscure film quote was present. Surely it dawns even on hipsters that they don't want to get hypothermia? Perhaps not this mindless fucktard. Now, I don't know if I made this happen with my animal-instinct thought patterns, but as soon as I willed the bastard to slip and fall, he obliged. Teeth and chin first. There were titters.
You googled Buddy Wayfarer, didn't you.
It's more than a feeling (more than a feeling).
