heroes, volume IV

[sonic__love]

The South Beach EditionOn Washington Avenue exists an independently owned record shop; it's the type of crowded, dusty shrine to underground music frequented by young hipsters. On this particular day, upon entering, I heard immediately a voice, heavy with foreign accent, issuing forth an unclear rant. As my eyes adjusted to the hazy light, I saw

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[az_tashtego]

There's a very old hipster couple (each in their 70s) that I see walking to the store every few days. How do I know their hip? She changes her hat each time and he wears old beatnik shades and a Tibetan beanie. They always made me happy. Will they make me happy next time? I hope so.

[green_invader]

"His friend still hustled along, shaking his angry, decrepit little head, speeding towards deadlines and death."
That line is utterly awesome! My parents used to rent the shanty behind our bigger shanty out to the coolest old guy, a guy by the name of Ray. He was about 70 years old and used to pimp all the post menopause honeys and play shuffleboard down the street also he would stay up long nights watching basketball and football and somtimes when my grandma visited he would sit drink orange juice and converse with her about califorina, keno and there widow and widower status. He would always wear white shorts hiked up waist high flashing his pale and grotesue legs, a tucked in collared shirt and a white "72' Miami Dolphins" trucker hat with the bill properly unfolded. I miss Ray, he was quite the guy.

[fanless]

I live in the building right behind the independently owned record shop (assuming it is Uncle Sam's we're talking about).

[anonymous]

Thats how friends are supposed to get down. It is an unspoken rule among friends that you MUST shit on your best and most cherished friends at all times. If you don't then someone else will, and they will actually mean it but if they see someone has already beat them to the punch then they will have to choose another target.

So maybe the sporty gent was just saving his saggy skinned buddy from a taunting by some hispanic teenaged beachgoer. Maybe, or maybe he is just a crotchety old douchebag who shits on his friends because he has already spent most of his day shitting on everything else and has run low on material.

Oh yeah, everyone knows you don't get near gypsy folk. Every gypsy I have meant was a waste of humanity who treated me like shit and tried to barter for anything they could get their hands on. I'm sure there are nice gypsies, but none of them ever came to eat at Po' Folks when I was a 15 year old bus boy.....

[sonic__love]

that was very inspiring aaron, and true...

gypsies...hahahha... did i ever tell you how, when i worked at starlite diner, a gypsy tried to trade me a fortune reading for a plate of french fries?? 100% true, folks. fuck them cheatin' people.

[torchthedresser]

Sorry, forgot to log in for that one. Please don't hurt me.