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to many drunks.

to many cops.

to many prostitutes.

but enough art.

i hate the mayor.

i hate the police and thier showoff 40mph unicycle things.

i hate baywalk and the annoying 14yr olds argueing about pg movies.

i hate the pier and the balogna smelling elevators that im surprised dont cost money to use them.

i hate the fake gangster children.

i hate the gang fights.

i hate the ICP [trashy people who dress as clowns] who go to the “ROCK” downtown.

i hate the scene kids who go to “The Garage’s parking lot” and the “U Bench” and drink and fight with passer-by-ers.

i hate the security who tell me i cant sit on a park bench.

i hate the homeless hating cops (who destroy thier tents) -look it up.

i hate how they buff all the street art and graffiti and leave us no urban culture, and give us pelican and seagull paintings.

i hate the small crowded beaches.

i hate downtowns drunks who sit outside of the shady bar “DETROIT” next to Jannus Landing.

i hate all the racist people here.

i hate the mall-goers who sit outside between the dillards entrace and borders corner.

i hate how police always judge teens, instantly as criminals here; ie. “Whatchya doin’ ova der? huh? huh? smokin’ weed i bet”

i hate the “to rich for you” people.

i hate the condos downtown.

i hate the stereotypes.

i hate how tourists dont know st. pete. //until now.

i love the alley ways downtown.

i love the graffiti ive done [past time].

i love the grit in the bums teeth during conversation at williams park, where ofcoarse afterwards you spare change anyways.

i love the underground shows at cafe bohemia and the globe.

i love haircuts at starbooty, [i loved the original store more].

i love riding my fixie [bike].

i love my girlfriend lily, and her art.

and im going to love moving to brooklyn.HAHAHAHAHa

seriously, saint petersburg is hell.

[the polaroid is mine]