Thursday, November 24, 2011

Hatred chapter 4

People and their music

Ever happen to you when in a crowd or on public transportation that some oaf comes up next to you with his music so loud that his earphones cant contain it. So instead of lowering the volume he just wears the headphones around his neck instead. So he would listen to his bee bop hip hop thingamajig, so proud of the little bass thumps and various vacuum cleaner noises that would simply pale in comparison to real actual loud music if I was trying to be loud. FYI Black Metal.

Anyway, he starts jigging around to his "music" and then it takes a turn for the worst, he starts to sing. At that point my eyes are rolling and my blood pressure is rising as this gentleman in question boasts about his drugs and his homies and his low riders and his hoes and his pistol and how hes ganstah and how he got shot a few times a didn't do us the good favor of dying.

Sure i enjoy promoting my music just as much as the next anti-social prick, however i always take into consideration that no one cares what i listen to because its true but maybe next time one would grace us with his unrefined vocal skills, perhaps i will join in, spewing lyrics from my playlist to make him understand that we are NOT on the same page when it comes to lyrical appreciation.

Good Day.


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