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Well, it's been 12 long years since the day I slipped on my trusty pair of Bad Idea jeans, waltzed into a low-rent tattoo joint, and got this immortal word scarred across the back of my neck:
As a snarling, speed-addled young punk, my nihilistic sentiments seemed perfectly natural: I HATE SOCIETY! AND I'VE GOT THE TATTOO TO PROVE IT!!! Unfortunately, I never foresaw the day that I would blossom into adulthood, develop sophisticated tastes, and adopt a more mature worldview. Does that make me a sellout? So be it.
As of Friday, November 16th, that faded badge of middle-finger posturing was finally raked over for good:
Don't get me wrong, there's still plenty of hate to go around. In fact, the list grows longer every day: People who idle their car on the crosswalk. Guys who hold up the line ordering fast food because they can't stop talking on their cell phones. Anyone who has ever willingly listened to an Insane Clown Posse song. Energy drink connoisseurs. College sports superfans. That guy on the infomercials who has question marks all over his suit. The person who invented Go-Gurt. I could go on and on, but the internet just isn't big enough to contain so much scorn.
As a snarling, speed-addled young punk, my nihilistic sentiments seemed perfectly natural: I HATE SOCIETY! AND I'VE GOT THE TATTOO TO PROVE IT!!! Unfortunately, I never foresaw the day that I would blossom into adulthood, develop sophisticated tastes, and adopt a more mature worldview. Does that make me a sellout? So be it.
As of Friday, November 16th, that faded badge of middle-finger posturing was finally raked over for good:
Don't get me wrong, there's still plenty of hate to go around. In fact, the list grows longer every day: People who idle their car on the crosswalk. Guys who hold up the line ordering fast food because they can't stop talking on their cell phones. Anyone who has ever willingly listened to an Insane Clown Posse song. Energy drink connoisseurs. College sports superfans. That guy on the infomercials who has question marks all over his suit. The person who invented Go-Gurt. I could go on and on, but the internet just isn't big enough to contain so much scorn.