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By Pete Babones Submitted by Misti Date: 2002 Aug 03 Comment on this Work [[2002.08.03.01.24.28384]] |
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The ones who fail, the hip yuppies with the credit card bought tattoos and brand new Harleys with service contracts and a wardrobe to match, they are who he hates the most. He was looking at two right now, a hip young yuppie couple enjoying a mutually stolen sick day. The woman had a flowery dress and a hat and a tattoo on her ankle. The man looked like a Levi button fly commercial come to life. They had a portable radio and a bottle of red wine between them. They were sitting on the edge of the pier holding wine glasses. He remembered a personal ad he had once seen. "Do you wear Gap on the outside and Victoria's Secret underneath?" He remembered the song he made up to himself singing this question then answering it,"Then you're a yuppie. A yup yup yup yuppie." It was a hip-hop song. It never failed to crack him up. He was singing it to himself now. Then he noticed them turning up the radio and getting up and starting to slow dance. He wanted to puke. He put his book down. He had been reading "A Soldier's Home," again, this time with a highlighter, even though it was a library book. He walked towards the couple. They were dancing to "Sitting on the Dock of the Bay." He pictured himself pulling a gun from his belt and firing away at them. He thought it would make for a funny image, a good short film. When he got close enough to them he started shouting uncontrollably. "It's about a homeless person you stupid yuppie assholes! He went to California to escape racism. He thought life might be better out there. He was wrong. Now he's screwed. He's fucked! He's not a yuppie sipping wine on a nice afternoon off. He's a black man who's tired of having to tar roofs or wash dishes. He's homeless you assholes! He's defeated. He's making do. He's dealing with it. It's not a nice song. It's not about a fucking nice day at the pier. It's his first night of homelessness you FUCKING ASSHOLES!" |