Devin C, privatizing public space
You know what I hate? Smelly, drugged-out bums. I’m sorry, but I really hate bums. I was sitting in a lovely square the other day with beautiful, sunny weather, and enjoying the efforts of a local musical quartet. One bum came over and stood within smell-distance of me, which did not make my truffle nut macchiato taste any better, believe you me.
Then, then a nasty old bum woman with the saggiest tits you’ve ever seen started gyrating to the music. This girl was thrashing to Megadeth while the band, in real life, played jazz. The only music she was hearing was the sweet, sweet pounding of the meth.
If there’s one thing I can’t abide is exposing the world to your filthy, crusty swingin’ udders. I was not charmed, and it’ll be a fine day before I enjoy a nice caffeinated beverage in that park again.
Rantasaurus Says: I like my venti half-caf, vanilla soy, double shot, sugar-free hazelnut latte with a little extra “bum sauce” in the mornings. After one of those I am good to go.
