Get a job, hippie!

There’s this old hippie that I’ve seen around the activist scene for years. I never liked the guy and could never figure out why. I’m at South City Diner with countdraga last Saturday night and he sits with us. He extends his hand to me and says “I don’t know how we got off on the wrong foot but I’d appreciate that chance to start over.” I tell him “I never liked you, but can’t remember why I never liked you.” We shake hands and I figure I’ll give it a shot.

Within five seconds of the conversation (and I use the word “conversation” loosely) I realized that my first impulse had been correct. I did not like this guy and for good reason.

Have you ever found yourself in this situation: you get stuck talking to someone whose idea of conversation is an unbroken string of stories with no entertainment value to anyone other than the story teller, whose main objective is to illustrate situations where he was right and the rest of the free world was wrong? That’s this guy.

Now, if half of what this says is true, he’s done a whole lot more for the movement that I have, but still… It’s been my experience that, to a man, these people are not to be trusted. Anyone who spends that much time and energy trying to make himself look good to people who could really care less, has got to be overcompensating for something.

I just wanted to grab the guy and say “Dude, it’s okay. The 60’s are over and you lost. The world is run by corporations and neo-cons who rape the third world, screw the poor and have hoodwinked the middle class. It’s not your fault.”

The only thing more pathetic that a failed artist is a bitter hippie.