please stay off the stage all day

Hey, were you in that "musical act"? The one that was playing on Manhattan Avenue, where Bedford turns into Nassau? The one featuring that "DJ" (playing MP3s on a computer — with those very professional minute-plus gaps between). Were you even the one guy — who looked like, well, every awful Williamsburg hipster stereotype you can think of — standing on a box yelling inane things into a microphone. Things like "Give it up, Greenpoint." And "You can do it, F29!" at a professional runner. Oh can she do it? Really? Like for a living, even?

Yeah, you suck.