Yeah you're right I don't know jack about you, but in your story you came off pretty hostile and too cool for school towards a bunch of randoms who were attempting to take part in a lifestyle you hold in high esteem. But you don't know everything about me either, for your information I am no longer an office clerk, and this year I rode trains and hitch hiked all the way to the east coast, where I drank many a $1 tall can of Crazy Stallion. And you're right, I generally don't walk around calling people dicks, unless they're total pieces of shit, or I'm drunk.
I have no desire to "come find you in texas", I have absolutely no problem with you. And its not because I'm some punk-ass bitch either. I was born in the ghetto, and one time a bullet flew through the window and hit the backboard of my bed when I was but a wee lad; they found a body in the middle of the street on the block I lived on weeks after, some drug deal gone bad or some shit left a 20 year old woman stabbed to death. I'm not saying I'm some kind of thug or anything but I've been exposed to violence and general fucked up shit my whole life, texas is just some other place, and I hope you enjoy being there as much as I enjoy this beer I'm drinking.