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Hey Martha from West County, go back to the 'burbs! I am not a "locals only" person, like 80's surf punks thought out of town goons were stealing their waves? That's another rant, though. (I'm talkin' about you Aggression!) But when you come into my city and sneer at me for being different, go back to the suburban sprawl. If you come out here for a cardinals game and then cough for your husband to look at me while I try to get a new blanket at Target, go home.

If the way I look, if the patches on my jacket horrify you, if my way of existing inconveniences you so much, go back to where every street looks the same. If you voted for the orange menace and crowded out Cherokee street to the point of people from within the city not being able to have any fun whatsoever, going to Cherokee street simply because there aren't any mexicans in your beautiful rich township, go home. Do you even know what you're celebrating?

I love to prove the old white people wrong by being the nicest person possible, I kill them with kindness, by smiling at their babies or getting way too excited about dogs or picking up the things they drop so they don't have to strain their little old backs. My hair being blue has turned children from fussy to fascinated, because before their parents teach them to be judgy assholes, they feel nothing but innocent interest in people who look different. If the way I cut my hair makes you so angry you guide your children away from me, go home.

Yuppies and grandmothers are the worst when it comes to being absolutely intolerant of everyone who doesn't look exactly like them.
But it's worst when they preach equality and coexistance then turn around and treat me like a criminal by the way I cut my hair. Consistency is a virtue.

And lastly i'll speak on a group of people that will probably witch hunt me. Fellow punks. Living in middle america, there aren't many, and if there are, i dont know them, (shoot me an email stl punks @ bornannoyingmag@gmail.com because im lonely) but the ones in the county, who buy their anarchy gear at their local upscale shopping mall and infinitely queer bash and talk bad about other races or people who "break the rules" of punk. I'm sorry, guy at skate park, that I can't be exactly like you.

Go back to where you feel safe, the 'burbs.