Traveling Hippies

I guess hippies have decided that when they are out of their home countries it is ok to smoke pot anywhere. I guess they think everywhere that isn’t home is heaven and anything goes. Let me enunciate on the definition of hippie that I am using here. I am not talking about the hippies that the world experienced in the 60's and 70's. I am talking about all these little neo-hippies that are popularly popping up everywhere. These are the ones that fashionably do yoga and eat granola and grow dreadlocks and talk about the moon to be cool.
Hippies tend to act badly away from home. They do stupid things and make it difficult for the rest of us travelers. Hippies just want to smoke pot. Now every tout Joe on every street corner tries to sell me pot, thinking because I am young I am also a hippie. I am not a hippie. This is bothersome to deal with these peoples, touts and hippies I mean.



(A photo of the lounge chair under my open hotel room window)

This day I was sick. I was running a high fever, really unsure if I need to take medication or even go to the hospital or what. I opened the window to get some fresh air.

A dreaded, dirty hippie boy decided he needed to smoke pot right under my window. Obviously my window is open. The hippie saw me lying half dead on my bed when he sat down outside of my window. I look like crap. I can hardly move. I can't even crawl out of bed to close my window.
Why did the hippie decide to smoke right outside my window? Does this hippie have no common sense? Doesn’t he know all of the smoke is going to blow into my window? This is rude. My room is now filled with pot smoke. I don’t care if someone smokes pot, but just have some common courtesy for other people. You can smoke all the pot you want, but I don’t want to have to smoke your second hand skank weed. This hippie must have smoked away all of his brain cells.



(A photo of the hippie with dreadlocks)
Later on the hippie returned to my window. This time he was trying to pick up a piece-of-work kiwi girl. He was doing so, by first, talking about the moon. They were talking about the solar system, and actually saying some very insipid unintelligent stuff that I think the average 3rd grader would be able to correct them on. He then started talking about festivals. This is another major past time for the neo-hippie, traveling to go to festivals. Luckily Wade was around this time to close the window and shut out this hippie. I will say I was glad to see him leave the hotel the next day. This hippie was annoying and rude. Too bad they don't make hippie drugs to grow back braincells.