Fuck everything about everything, including your mother and her stinky cooch. Fuck Wall Street and fuck networking and fuck detailed fucking questionnaires and fuck all of New York in general.
Fuck the rest of the country, too. Fuck the common man and his common thoughts and his common hatreds. Fuck the Powerball and the farms and the daily grind. Fuck the suburbs and the highways leading to them
Fuck the rest of the world. It is smelly, and the food is incorrect. Fuck ’em for not doing what they’re told.
You want a cup of coffee, champ?
And fuck LCD Soundsystem and that doughy synthfucker and his wine bar.
Well, I’m with you there.