It's the same every time. The hippie's near me, a little too close, but at least he's under control, maybe just moving his head around a bit. Then the danger begins. He gets all fucking twitchy and bouncy, and his eyes sort of roll back in his head. "The beat" gets into "his soul," and the next thing you know, the spastic little shitbag is rocking back and forth, thrashing his arms like some fucking insect caught in a bug zapper.
What's next? He's preparing himself for the inevitable SPIN. Oh, the spin. The spin that sends those nasty, ropey dreadlocks sprawling in every direction, endangering any passerby. I once saw a SPIN hit some poor lady upside the head so hard, it almost knocked her down. He didn't even say "sorry." Hey hippie! That's not very peaceful!
The dancing/twirling/spinning hippie is a major threat. They make me want to break shit, and let me tell you, I am a very calm and nonviolent person. In fact, people say I remind them a lot of Gandhi, and people I barely even know sometimes say to me, "Hey. You are so cool and composed. Mind if I call you Gandhi?" I usually tell them that it's fine with me, because I don't think Gandhi would appreciate spinny hippies either.
-- Anonymous
