5.31.2005
Fucking Hippies
Right now I can't sleep because the hippies that live next door to me have friends over and they are being really loud. The hippies usually amuse me. Yancy is almost always barefoot and has long lopsided dreadlocks. He is from Tennessee and counts the day he got a job at Wild Oats as a pivotal moment in his life. Sandra has a job, but I had been drinking when Yancy told me where she works and I don't remember what he said. They talk about dropping out of school the way some people talk about finding God. I love the hippies when they are too excited about buying locally produced honey or sharing their concerns about my bicycle. I love them less when they are playing bongos in the attic over my bedroom or laughing loudly on the porch outside my window when I am trying to sleep.
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