Self-important assholes in NYC. I see them a lot. You can see them wearing suits, talking on the phone - walking around all oblivious. But you can’t get mad at assholes, at least not so much that they can see you. For some reason, assholes get empowered when they see someone pissed off at their shit perspective. Assholes love when people are mad at them. You can tell - it’s almost as if you being mad at them is a sign of their success. They’re smug toward your anger - the assholes. I have big fists so sometimes I just want to sock them in the mouths - open up their lips. Usually assholes are vain and they will care a whole lot that you split open their lips. If they’re wearing nice watches I think about taking them. There’s something really satisfying about thinking about taking an asshole’s wristwatch.
I still move out of the way for them. I don’t want to. Because I’m not a self-important asshole. Or at least, I’m not a self-important asshole when I see one because self-important assholes are oblivious.