Shards of Disillusionment

This is what I said yesterday:

I stand somewhere between the Beat generation and the hippies. I detest the cerebral 'logic' of the beats. I detest the flouroscence of the hippies. I love the intelligence of the beats. I adore the filthiness, the ideals of the hippies. I love the beats for staying true. I hate the hippies for allowing themselves to fade out.

This is what I say today, 24 hours later:

I've been robbed by a hippie. That's right..quite literally. My last ten dollars was taken by a 60 year old female hippie musician, feigning a headache n then going off with the cash. To some crack or dope dealer I'd reckon. She walked way too fast for her to have had a headache. And now I'm left with 36 cents for the rest of the week. Feels quite surreal actually, knowing that I won't be able to afford even a cup of coffee tomorrow morning. To think, I once looked up to them for resisting the overwhelming capitalist economy and having the balls to create their own identity without havin someone else create it for them. Makes me wonder--who takes money from a student?