Picking People To Hate

So here's a weird thing that happened to me
I have this T-shirt and it says Awesome Possum on it
And it's got a picture of a possum
I know it's stupid but a friend of mine gave it to me
Fuck you I bought it I thought it was cool
But I
I'd never seen anybody with the same shirt before
With the Awesome Possum shirt
And I was in this coffee place in L A
You know like a coffee not like Starbucks

Like an indie coffee place where all the cool people go
And they're like
They got their snow hats in the fucking summer
And all that shit
You know those cool people
And their iPods
And they say cool things like "Yeah me too" or whatever
And I just stand in the doorway and fucking hate them
I don't know why I go to the place
I think it's because I hate them

I just hate
There's a certain part of the culture I just hate
Because I grew up in Boston
And in Boston people just beat the shit out of each other
For no reason
They just beat the shit out of each other
But I kinda think you need that you know
To keep quality control
Because in places where that doesn't happen

People are just too free and fucking
They're just a bummer you know
Like I was once on Venice Beach and I'm jogging
And there's this guy rollerblading towards me
And he's got rollerblades on and just a thong
Just a fucking thong
That's just grabbing his dick and balls
And just fighting with it going "Ah stay in there"
And then he's just totally naked otherwise
And he's got this Kenny G hair and he's just rollerblading

I'm free
And I actually had to stop jogging
Because I needed my whole body
To fucking hate this guy with
I had to just stay in there and go
"Ah you motherfucker"
Now I have to know you exist you piece of shit
Fucking go skate into an AIDS tree you motherfucker
All right now
I don't know, I've started to kinda hate people

And it's not because I have anything against them
It's just that I enjoy it, its just recreation
Like you know when you're at the bank
And you got nothing to do while you're waiting in line
So you just pick people to hate while you're waiting
You just look at someone and form an opinion
With no information
And it's never positive
Who fucking wastes their time
"I bet he's a hard worker"

Who thinks about that shit
Skip over those people
Then you find a guy
"Oh look at his shoes what a fucking asshole"
"Oh look at that piece of shit I hope he dies today"
"Oh God I hate him, I hate him"
"Watch all the shit fill it out you fuckface fill it out"
"Yeah you filled it out I knew it you suck"
He's just standing there
He has no idea you're just boiling with hate you know

I feel people hating me sometimes you know
Like I was at the post office
It's one of those things where there's a long line
And one window open so everyone's just like, ah
Everyone's mad
But when you're in the line you're in the hate group
You get to be part of the group
And you're all looking at each other going
Like a silent movie of impatient people
Then there's always one person who breaks the silence

Somebody who has an idea you know like
"They should open another window"
And everybody's like "Yeah I know I don't even know"
"I don't even know how to do it"
Then there's always an old lady who has a story
"I was here on Wednesday"
"And there was also a line like this"
"Holy shit really"
"Oh my God you fucking old lady that's amazing"
But anyway then it's your turn at the window right

And now everybody's looking at you
And you feel the scrutiny
Of how quickly you're mailing your shit
You start realizing how unimportant your package is
And you feel like they can tell
You don't need to mail it right now
If you do one little extra thing like
"Do you have those stamps that have Jackie Robinson?" behind you"
And they are like "You're Jesus fucking dude"
They put their shit down heavily like "Fuck"

"Now this motherfucker's gonna make me stand here"
"While he buys fucking stamps at the post office"
"Are you shitting me"
"Let's shit in his mouth right now"
"Seriously you fucking hold him down"
"And I will shit directly into his fucking time wasting mouth"

But anyway yeah so I was in the coffee place
With the young people
And I'm standing in the doorway
Just fantasizing about walking around
Just hitting their cuffs to the floor like this you know
Fucking bagel and coffee and bagel
And I see this guy
He's like twenty years old
And he has the awesome possum shirt
Just like mine, So I went like this

I went like "Hey nice shirt"
And he walked away like I'm a piece of shit
And I stood there and I was so mad
I just thought fuck him man
We have the same shirt
It's an unusual shirt
It's perfectly appropriate to fucking do this shit
Why does he have to make me feel like an old fag
Just because I want to make a connection
With another human being

Is his generation just too cool and ironic
That's lame
The older guy
Fucking young cunt
I hope he dies
That's how mad I was
And as I'm standing there in that anger
I look down and I realise I'm not wearing the shirt
I don't have the
I don't know why I thought I did

I just I saw his and I don't know
Don't be too too too