I’m in a pub with youngins all around me. They are playing bad make-believe (modern) rap on the jukebox. They have bad fake tans, come from rich suburban families but talk with urban slang. Being young they have no class and bad taste. Im a fish out of water here. But they all look worried, wondering if I’m a cop (I get that all the time) so I think I’ll hang around just to piss all over their good time for a little while. And to blog about them behind heir backs…but right in front of them. Good times man.
Long live the real.