Grow a pair of balls and stop yelling at people as they walk by your apartment. I frequent the downtown-area and while I have been lucky enough not to be the brunt of your jeers (which resemble that of a bunch of thirteen year-old girls at a boy/girl dance), I've watched you take it to some people who are just walking by minding their own business.
I mean, come on, you're big kids now; you live on your own, cook your own food, and wipe your own ass (hopefully, you don't look so clean, but I've only ever seen you out when I'm on the other side of the street, and god knows I wouldn't scream at the top of my lungs about how dirty you look), so let's start acting our age, now. You're not impressing anybody by acting the way that you do... I mean, nobody really gives a shit about you blasting your Metallica mixtape, how ripped up your Misfits shirt is, or how much meat you've got cooking on the grill, you and your friends are pathetic.
If you're wondering why I'm getting pissed off with something that doesn't even really have anything to do with me, it's because I have this thing called a "heart", and I feel bad for the people that you're loudly ripping apart as soon as their back is turned. All that they're doing is walking downtown and for some reason (god knows why), you feel compelled to make a jackass out of yourself.
I don't even know why I'm writing this, chances are you wouldn't read this because you probably think that The Coast is "too mainstream".
Maybe since I mentioned Metallica, this will be posted on some dirtbag chat board and in two years you'll find it.
In the case, happy year 2010, assfucks.