A new look, and a new post.
Haven’t posted in a while. I think Brooklyn’s honeymoon is over, and everyone is realizing the BK still sucks. Anyway, I finally came through with my t-shirt idea. Anyone have any interest in buying one with me?
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Here I was busy hating Brooklyn all by myself. From 4 hours south I feel the hatred! I feel so all alone when I announce in the middle of a party, “I’m so tired of Brooklyn,” and people inch away from me like I’ve just announced I have lice. I just can’t connect with what you Brooklyn people are writing in soy-based ink on your organic cotton letterpress. I don’t care that your tastes are so underground even you don’t know about them yet yourself. You’ve even taken in many of my friends who grew up in normal, modest places in the midwest and you’ve turned them into simpering know-it-all hipsters. That’s where I have to draw the line: Leave. the Midwesterners. Alone.
Luckily, I have a few sympathetic friends (or at least a couple that don’t gasp when I suggest Brooklyn should be kicked out of the country). One such friend just sent me me a link to your beautiful t-shirt. It’s like finding a long-lost home. My biggest dream in the entire universe is to create a t-shirt that says simply “F Brooklyn” in that same font. May our common spirit of hatred for Brooklyn cheer us – and may someone design and print anti-Brooklyn Tees and spread the message across the lands.