Quit Infiltrating The Camp!

Everyone's gotta eat, no doubt, I'm fully aware of that, but there are a couple of things I simply cannot tolerate. Anyone who knows this kid is fully aware of my top-notch restaurant jumpoffs. There are a few requirements to making that highly touted list of establishments.

One, is definitely the grub, if the food sucks why the fuck would I waste my time or money on the joint. Two is the service, what is worse than wanting to beat the shit out of your waiter/waitress for the entire time you spend in a restaurant. I mean really bitch, if you don't like you job, QUIT!!!!!! Don't take it out on me; I'm not the one. Three is the atmosphere...
I live in Greenpoint, this stretch of Brooklyn has barbarously been taken over by hipsters and ego driven style freaks. Living in this environment can be a little bit stressful; hating somebody every time you walk out the door is exhausting.
Bamonte's is a little Italian restaurant in the neighborhood that frequent regularly. The waiters are gangster; I mean they don't miss a beat, especially my man Mario. The customers are usually the same as well, middle-aged and older families. My kind of peoples.
Well.................. This Valentine's Day shit was completely different, I mean tight blazers and stylishly messy hair was poppin’ off all over that motherfucker. What was a secret then, is no longer; the camp has been infiltrated again. Whiney ass hipsters, sharing appetizers for meals, having their historical conversations about whom they know and who knows them, what a joke. Quit fronting about how famous you are when you're only leaving Mario $5 beans on an $80 bill, Pussy............ You're not better than me and you sure as fuck don't have more Myspace friends than I do. So hipster, the next time you think about going to Bamonte's and leaving Mario a $5 tip remember, he might shoot you in the face.

Don't be so mad. I'm sort of kidding.............sort of.......

Out,
Zarky Love