The hipsters are taking over my neighborhood. I seen them today. About two blocks down from the crackhouse across the street. Last night while watching Boondocks, Khalil and I overheard a crackfiend giving someone a blowjob outside. This morning a parade of skinny jeans and cigarettes. Simean Mobile Disco on full blast while I drive past.

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While I'm waiting in line at Whole Foods to buy my kombucha, I have an oh shit moment. Have I convinced myself that a two-year head start and a dash of melanin makes me so much different from these people? Immediately upon moving into Oakland in '06 I claimed it like my birthright. The town has a way of doing that to you--it's why the Raiders haven't left yet. You never stop repping for something you're still waiting to be validated by.

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Fucking hipsters. Probably a bunch of arrogant post-graduate writers who feel all special because they work non-profit, but really waste up all their time staying up late at night blogging on their websites.

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I don't care which holiday it is, I don't think it's safe to set off tiny explosions in a city that is known for reactionary gun violence.