true story about hipsters

there was a new yuppyish/trust-fundish building next to mine in east williamsburg, brooklyn. it was chock full of stylists and "artists" and such. all were hipsters, no one under 35. the building was actually part of a complex. there was one building on meserole street and another on montrose. these buildings were connected by a massive common area between the two.

there were many parties in that the area. every weekend in the summer brought on either trance parties or mashup parties or whatever the latest abrasive music was current.

one of these parties was manned by a crew of fixed gear hipsters. these short-panted daredevils loved the mash-ups.

now, instead of these kids bringing their bikes into the common area, they for whatever reason decided to lock their bikes up on the street on meserole. there is not a single bike rack on meserole and there are very few signs, so locking up a bike is a bit of a problem. there were however, two newly planted saplings directly in front of the building. i had to take chibbles out for a walk, so i saw several bicycles attached to each tree.

the party ended at around 3am. and i heard a bit of commotion in the back yard, but couldn't care to figure out what the situation was.

the next morning i found out what it was.

one of the idiots, in the course of their drunken evening had lost the key to their lock. now when this happens, logic dictates that you leave the bike there and then call a locksmith after your hangover wears off. but that's not what happened. what happened was the fucktard actually cut the tree down and left it sitting on the sidewalk in front of the building. so there's a stump and half a tree sitting out there for all the locals to use as further evidence of our collective stupidity.

very few things shock me, but the idiocy of this act did. the only consolation i have is that people with this magnitude of selfish behavior, who ride fixed gears, never stop at lights or stop signs and get run over all the time.

apparently it cost the tenant who's party it was $1000 to replace the tree.

speaking of hubris - that reminds me of a story about some fixie girl who slammed into somebody in carroll gardens. the person who was struck started yelling at the girl and what does she do? she starts crying. she’s tough enough to ride around brooklyn with no brakes and helmet, but she can’t take being told what a turd she is.

boo hoo, poser.

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