ok so just to be clear on my status...i was born to hippie parents and grew up in a double wide trailer in the mountains is humboldt county where we grew about 70% of our own produce and hunted wild game for the freezer. i know how to gut a deer and a fish and a wild turkey. i spent a large part of my childhood naked on the river building sandcastles and jumping off rocks. i have friends who travel through small town america and work at organic farms, they dread their hair, they live in vans and are genuine people.
i think this means i am qualified to make some comments on todays "hippie"
1. just cause you know a guy from mendo who lets you clean reefer does not mean you embody peace and love...this means you are a capitalist participating in a legal and unregulated drug trade...deal with it.
2. if you wear tie-dyed t-shirts but smoke camel filters, again, you are still not a hippie.
3. smelling bad is not essential...in fact it can be said that the way you present yourself is a way of showing respect to the people around you. and if you are simply to lazy to bathe this does not a hippie make
4. ...and to top it off...if you throw a hundred dollar bill at a very tired and overworked waitress with a twisted foot and tell her to get you a mocha (to go) then you are just a dick (...and really you could have given me something smaller...what hippie rolls with a wad of hundies anyway...oh yeah thats right...the guy who knows a guy with a friend from mendo...fucking "cliche flunkie")
on that note...to all you white trash parasites who fully intend to name their children after various types of crab grass just so you can continue to carry out your fucking facade...go fuck yourselves...keep to growing pot in you moms guesthouse and eating at fucking applebees you fucking phonies.
also i am not a hippie and i will have no problem with beating your ass you scuzzy turds
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