The “a bunch of dudes in a broke down van” population has sky rocketed in this city in the last few days…#sxsw
— Will Fullerton (@WFullerton) March 16, 2013
And this, in a nutshell, encapsulates every reason why I avoid not just SXSW, but 6th St. in Austin.
I hate crowds. I hate punks. I hate hipsters and hippies. I hate bad music.
And that’s almost entirely what you find on 6th Street on
any given every weekend.
Now, don’t get me wrong…I have no problem with that bad-wig douchebag (Matt Amon?) who got knocked the fuck out after acting like a tough guy, trying to pick fights with what looked like a bunch of soft-dicked nancy boys. And watching him eventually escorted to jail in cuffs and having your shame go viral on Youtube? Priceless.
But the dude who sucker-punched the douche? Giant coward. I hope someone either knocked the shit out of him later, or he finds himself in a jail cell eventually. Want to be a good guy, and step in and stop this douche from bullying girly men who obviously do not want to fight? Then stand in front of him and back him down.
And then there’s the crowd themselves. Not one person stepped in to help the nancy boys getting bitch slapped (not counting coward sucker-punch guy). Instead, each and every person was more concerned with making sure they were getting the best video possible. And when the douche did eventually hit the ground and was obviously knocked out? Not a single person stopped filming to try and help the guy. Sure, he might have been a douche, but the moment his head was cracked against the concrete, someone should have tried to help him…make sure he’s breathing, make sure there’s not blood pouring out of the back of his head.
Until the police showed up, there was not a single decent human being in that video.
And that’s why I stay the hell away from downtown Austin.
One more: hey, it’s 86 degrees outside; you can take that stupid wool beanie off, hipsteposer.
— Will Fullerton (@WFullerton) March 15, 2013
NOTE: I am going to watch some live music today — a good friend of mine and a high school classmate (Leyla Fences) from long, long ago, is playing an early (1:00 p.m.) gig at one of my favorite south-side dive bars (Giddy Ups). So I’m going to ride over there (as soon as I hit “Publish” on this post) and enjoy some authentic cowgirl honkeytonk music and support an old friend.
Since the venue is about quite a ways out of downtown, there shouldn’t be too many douches hanging around. Plus, this isn’t exactly hipster/douche music (as it’s good music). Not to mention…at 1:00 p.m. most of the douches will still be asleep or trying to make bail from last night.