March 26, 2004
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The Anarchists Upstairs
…….would be a good name for an indie rock band. Unfortunately, they are real kids who live in the apartment above mine. I mean, they’re cool peeps and all, but really. There is a herd of rusty one speed hipster bikes in my backyard, an experimental drum circle every afternoon when i get home, and the sheer amount of pabst blue ribbon cans which pours fourth from their abode is absolutely staggering. Still, its better than having frat boys overhead, I suppose.
Goddamn, the floors are shaking from all the anti-syncopatic banging and drumming. I’m getting out of here, and going for a walk.
But before I leave, here is a picture I made, which has nothing to do with anything. Which is how I like it!
Comments (5)
I dunno . . . I mean, noise, bikes, ‘n’ beer? How does that differ from Fratville?
Hmm…good point. Perhaps what I mean is it’s a more political/ intellectual/ scenester sort of ruckus going on up there. But equally annoying.
haha, your croc is wickedly cool. you have madd (with two d’s, of course) microsoft paint skillz, dude.
If they’re cool people I’m sure they’d understand if you went up there and left a 3 pound fish head with a note in its mouth saying:
“I’ve come here to leave fish heads and kick ass… and I’m all out of fish heads…”
It’s cryptic enough that you won’t spend the night in behind bars yet subtly elegant.
Maybe you need to get a guitar and join them?