Last year, I was on tour with my band, driving my piece of shit Mitsubishi stationwagon down the highway in Victoria, Australia, to some tin shed that myself and my musical combo were going to spend the night. I noticed that we were nearly out of fuel, so we pulled into a country petrol station. As we were filling up petrol, a queue of cars started to form behind us. We went into the service station, paid for petrol and some dreaded "road food" and we went back to my car. Just when we had almost gotten ourselves in and were about to leave anyway, I was stopped by some guy old enough to be my grandfather (and I'm not a young guy so you know this guy was seriously old), who got out of one of the cars behind us, and walked up to me especially to say something like "can't you get a move on? There's about half a dozen cars waiting behind you, you know!". My response to this person was "we're done when we're done, I'm sorry but you're all just going to have to wait. We're getting out of here in a second anyway. What's wrong with you younger generation anyway, can't you be a bit patient?" He then went back to his car and shut the fuck up, and we got the hell out of there when we were good and ready, and not a second before.
What a cuntbreath. Can't he wait ten seconds for us to get in the car without running his mouth like a little bitch? Anyway, today when reading about the latest G-Dragon controversy, it occurred to me that this random petrol station fuckbrain has a lot in common with every k-pop fan ever.
