31st
“…um, so yeah, the mail order tshirt business is going great….”
“wait, shark-shark comes here now? ok, we cannot hang here anymore…”
“can you believe they painted over shepard fairey’s obama stencil?”
“i know, right? its like they can feel the change coming, and they are so scared dude…”
“ugh. its shark-shark.”
“who?”
“shark-shark.”
“who?”
“shark-shark. shark. shark.”
“shark-what?”
“oh my god. shark. fucking. shark. it’s the same goddamn word!”
“ohhh, is he that guy who had that shitty coke at the vampire weekend show?”
“no, you’re thinking of shariq. shark-shark is the guy who’s half shark and half shark.”
“oh… right…”
the kelpsters’ icy reception left shark-shark briefly stunned and quite emotionally confused.
their exclusionary attitudes and passive aggressive mocking caused half of shark-shark to feel hurt and ashamed. but the other half was driven to anger and xenophobia by their kefiyahs.
