, and the reasons why, . . . 1. Big Sunglasses: I could actually write a whole entire blog about how much I hate big sunglasses or really just sunglasses in general, but here's the basic jist: It radiates insincerity. It's a fake confidence. Also, I hate people that pretend to love sunshine when really they just love sunshine because they're supposed to, and somehow wearing some big sunglasses is an expression of loving sunshine when really when you think about that it doesn't make any sense. I spend more time in the sun than anyone I know, and I don't need no fucking sunglasses for that. 2. A Big Stupid Looking Hat: This kind of goes along with the Big Sunglasses at least for women. It's this whole thing like instead of having guys admire them for what they look like. Like we can't look at their eyes or their hair; We have to look at some big Stupid Fucking Looking Hat and Big Stupid Fucking Looking Sunglasses, so we can associate them with something that we've seen on TV. 3. Trendy Ass Bullshit: Wow, I could go on for years on this one. If you consider yourself to be "punk", you should probably stop reading right now or prepare to be offended. Don't get lame tattoos. You know the more I think about it, the more I don't want to dive into this one too much further. You know who you are and you know how much you suck majorly. That brings me to another thing. I can't comprehend why anyone would move to LA and choose to suck as hard as you all do. This place has so much potential to explore yourself and to be wild and to be expressive and original, but instead you choose to suck major donkey dick and be dull and trendy. It makes me curious. I would like to see you try to be any more uninteresting. Oh, I forgot to list trendy ass bullshit that I hate. It used to not bug me, but the longer I stay in the same city, the harder it is for me to ignore it. Here goes: fixed gear bikes and just that whole thing, rockabilly, "punk" (oh yeah I already mentioned that), ug boots, wrist bands 4. Cell Phones: I really should've put this on the top of the list. You see these people going around and they're talking about stuff that's so important that they have to do it while driving, while standing in line at the bank, walking down the street, but then when ever you over-hear what they're listening to, every single time, it's about Dancing With The Stars or some shit like that. That's what these people jeopardize my life for when I'm on my bike: a passionate conversation about "Dancing With The Stars". I can fully understand teenagers talking on phones because they don't have the freedom to move around like us grown-ups do, but if you're a full grown adult, and you want to hang out and flap your gums, why don't you just go hang out and flap your gums in person? Don't answer that question. I'll answer it for you. It's because you're lame. SUPER SUPER SUPER lame. You have nothing of value to say, and it makes you feel ashamed of your lameness for people to have to witness your big sunglasses and silly looking hat in person. 5. Expensive Cars: Wow, by this point, I'm all hated out, but I had to make it five because we're making Voltron here. Whew, I'm suddenly getting tired. I'm afraid it's bed time. Hmmm, What was I saying again? Oh yeah!, fancy cars, they're, they're sucky to the, . . . max, [smacks his lips with drooping eyelids] So, anyway as I was saying, I have bed bugs. I had to throw my bed out. I got it from keeping my bed in Public Storage. I'll never be able to see one of their ads for the rest of my life without cringing. Oh yeah, and the fancy cars, people pretending to be rich. They don't even know anything about cars. They just drive whatever because they think it makes them look cool. I guess the other shitbags must think so. so anyways, I'm burnt out on LA to say the least because I see this Voltron on the average five times a day and that's saying a lot because I barely get out and when I do, I'm not paying attention.