last night, i found the harmonica-playing, fedora-wearing, sensitive singer-songwriter hipstas. i swear i coulda been in brooklyn. but i was right here in paree. in belleville. at a spoken word event. very finger-snapping, boho-bobo cool. altho not everyone had a way with words. spoke to one performer after the show. who unfortunately spoke english. as his first language. so i couldn’t chalk up his repulsive (mis)use of words as a linguistic misunderstanding. nope, this guy knew what he said. and he meant it. EW. it’s funny how you can be a continent away. workin so hard. to try new things. in new places. just to meet the same ole d-bags who are readily available back home. i would like to teach a course to the less-evolved members of the male species on the words you really shouldn’t use around women. at least outside of the boudoir. (i mean really, i think there are only two, right?!) oh, i’m so uptight, i know.
anotha english speaker insulted my hometown. which i’m sure he’s never even visited. don’t mess with texas, i said! yeah, i really did. i was thisclose to getting onstage and singing the stars at night. are big and bright. clap clap clap clap. deep in the heart of texas! except i guess we would have to substitute snaps for claps in this environment.
ah well, i can always perform that next week. cuz it goes w/o saying that i’m going back, right? what can i say? it felt like home.