Right now I'm at a coffee shop 5 miles south of my hometown in a little city called Encinitas. You see Encinitas is not the largest hippee town that would be Berkely but per capita the ratio of hippies to people is as high as well the people here as they love their pot. It may seem that I am angry of these dwellers but I am not they are heroes. How they get by without jobs and still enjoy life is a testament to how cool they must be. They hang out with fellow unemployed individuals and they all take care of each other. They are beatnik gods and goddesses hanging out in coffee shops, collecting shells for their collages at the beach, and achieving greatness at hacky sack. Who else can weave a knapsack that can contain all of a person's worldly possessions? They must have magic powers. Through their mantras and positive thinking I believe they have come up with a way to turn soybeans into solid cash. They can't be eating the stuff so it must be their magic money train. Someday I will study amongst them and learn their secrets. It will take some sacrifices. I will have to go without meat, without shoes, and without showers but I will learn their crafty cash capers. Then after I'm rich i'll move far far way from them. Cursed hippies!