Was out at dinner* last night when one of the diners leant over to his girlfriend all shifty-like and sotto voce revealed "Paul texted me on Sunday - Got any green?" Well, bong on, maaaan. The thing is, he wasn't being conspiratorial at all, the preposterous hipster, he said it loud enough so the rest of us squares would be aware he was the coolest scenester at the table. A ludicrous self-delusion. Smoking drugs is about as cool as wearing your cap backwards, or listening to MMM, and it has always astounded me that people who "choof" think they are into something hip and a little bit naughty. Do YOU know anyone who "mulls up" who is not utterly tedious, a pretentious fuckwit, or both? No, you don't. So I looked at him and sneered "Got any greeeeeeen? What sort of talk is that, you old mook?" In high dudgeon he had the bare faced audacity to reply "Nothing wrong with chilling out." Talk about piling sin upon sin. I had to bail before I tipped the water jug on his foolish noggin.
Boynton summed it up best when she once sighed "It's pathetic, just soooo suburban."