morons

The new place doesn't yet have internet, so I'm at my coffee shop (yes, MINE, even though I don't own it; it's right around the corner from my house and is the best coffee shop I've ever been in. Squashy chairs everywhere, Gryffindor-common-room-like; couches, antique lamps, walls full of local photographers' work, a bathtub full of books when you walk in the door, and the back room has either poetry readings or local bands every night. A lot of fun and very diverse people come in and out, and you make friends easily. And there's free wireless internet. I have spent a lot of time here in the past week). I'm working on some work that I couldn't stand to do at my desk anymore; this revisiting of the ferry crash is very sad and hard, and as much as you're supposed to be able to put aside personal feelings, sometimes speaking to widows and the traumatized has a power that pervades that.

But that's not the point of this. The point is that there are these IDIOTIC kids here and they are ruining it. There should be an age minimum to get into this place. They're like 15 years old and are bitching each other out for being mean to someone's brother or something. They're wearing bandanas and jeans with chain links hanging out of the pockets, and have too many piercings. They're loud and obnoxious and curse a LOT. They're having loud arguments in my little sanctuary and I want to smack them up. "Why don't you just go die, that's your place!" one of these "friends" said to the other, just now. "Go lick balls!" someone said back.

I mean... wow...

...ah. I get it now. It's amateur poetry night. They all just trudged to the back room to read their poetry. I can just imagine. "I told her to die / because that's her place / but she said to lick balls / and I think that's kind of gross / and she should just f*** off / and a butterfly shall rise from the ashes."

Gag me!