Lets kill em' all

I do it as good as I can.
Friday dinner with next door neighbour and she has no bike so she sits on the back of mine in storm and rain before we finally hit Debaser where some obscure band i supposed to be playing but before they hit the stage it's strange lounge music and soft porn movie projectors.
But I actually prefer that to band, pretentious depressing teenage pop and why does it all sound the same and after that they play more depressing teenage music that people are supposed to dance to and yes they do, some of the pretto-esteter with big hair and tartan skirts and leggings and ironic thick glasses do move, some weird sort of orangutang spasmic movement wich consists of legs wery close together and arms waving while eyes are closed. But then, everyone can dance as they like and who am I to judge and blah blah. But actually, I can judge, if I want, and my judgement is that the music sucks and the people are boring so within another half and hour I'm sitting on my bike again on the way home to my ghetto where I put on my music.
And that's the best I can.