X walks to a soapbox that has seen some use lately and kicks it over. Motioning to a few goons he drags over his even better soapbox made out of actual soap

Ahem, I come before you today not with a story to regale you, or a fast paced series of crimes that we can go commit together, no I come here to express something that I feel I have to get off my chest. Due to a recent conversation I had in a coffee shop I feel that I could share this with the community.

X coughs a few times and shuffles the papers in his hand

I hate people, and not just how most people hate people I mean I really hate people.  I have here a list of people that recently have really earned my ire.

The jerks who pick my pockets, take my money and do it without me seeing them. You jerks! You can at least tell me it was you so I know not to trust you ever again, and while you have your hands in my pockets please feel free to grab anything else you want *Wink wink*

Bums who ask me for money, listen, I have about  a hundred dollars in my pocket and really that's going to be blown on hookers and coke. If you seriously need the money please try to take it but refer to my before mentioned description of what kind of jerk doesn't let me see them.

People who try to shoot me in the face. Now, this one doesn't happen too often but it has in recent memory. If you're going to shoot me in the face please at least tell me afterwards why you happened to shoot me in the face and if you don't have a real reason to shoot me in the face why do it?

Lastly, and probably most importantly, I hate the guy who determines the prices in cities. Why are you such a jerk that as soon as I hear there's a good price on cocaine that I'm trying to unload you decide to be an ass and lower the price by fifty percent? Do you really hate me that much?! X breathes as he tries to recoup himself

Now I shall go back to my wonderful cardboard box in the streets of LA that I have been living in for the last few weeks because people keep taking all of my money. Feel free to come here and share the people who you hate the most.

I  cnt believe you made this thread lol

Scratches his head

I'm not sure what "elamo" means...or what a thread is. Like clothes? Do I have a thread somewhere on my ragged garments? For god sakes man you're not making any sense!

dude, I really hate Dharma Initiative potato chips...they always taste stale...

Wow ... 

I hate this thread.

Finally someone speaks the truth. People are Jerks.

STITCH puffing on his cigar applaudes X's honesty!

I'm with you -X-. I hate people that steal my money and then don't at least point and laugh at me for being so easy. I hate people that kick my ass at poker because my woman is calling me to go eat and you know she's a better shot then I'll ever be. I hate my woman for being a better shot then I'll ever be!

I hate this speech because it got me hating things.

I hate you X, for being so damn sexy in your tattered garments.

PTS frowns

And I hate myself, for being so hateful.

I hate sarcastic bastards

I also hate people who talk crap but can't take it back

I hate my housekeeper.  My linens are never folded correctly.

Outrage.

1.  I hate people who take themselves too seriously. 

2.  I hate people who don't take themselves seriously enough.

3.  I hate people who seem to embrace being stupid. (this is like 60% of people, so that's a big one)

4.  I hate people who think that they are smart (see #1)

5.  I hate people who do not either learn or adhere to the most basic principles of our world.

6.  I hate myself for engaging in this.

Skate hands Marietta a poster. http://www.nu-era.com/admin/ProductImages/flipfold.jpg

I just patented my own shirt folder! You can own it for a small charge of $6,958,999

I must say that is rather ingenious.  Ahead of this or any time.  The materials are unreal--extraordinary.  The price, however, is absurd as well.

Genius has no price my friend!

I hate the fact that Skate just tried to make a sale during my speech! Glares

'People who try to shoot me in the face. Now, this one doesn't happen too often but it has in recent memory. If you're going to shoot me in the face please at least tell me afterwards why you happened to shoot me in the face and if you don't have a real reason to shoot me in the face why do it?'

This.

Man, I hate when that happens. :(

I hate it when people are talking in the streets and scream out random letters such as L O L or L M A O and many others. 

I also hate it when people scream out random words such as Semi-Colon Closed Parenthesis!

Even more hated by me is when people scream out random words followed by a random letter such as Colon Capital D!

Oh, come on, my friend. Hate is such an unhealthy emotion. Let me provide you with some very, very simple solutions to what ails you.

1) Bank your money. Nothing more frustrating for a pickpocketer than to walk away empty handed and have wasted a perfectly successful PP on an empty pocket. Also, being that you are a criminal, it saves you from the contradiction of complaining about being the victim of a crime.

2) Well... I can't really say anything about the beggars. They are indeed annoying as fuck. But I'm still gonna help you reduce your hate to 25%.

3) Whoever decides to just randomly shoot you in the face has just a water pistol and being that we are in summer (OOC: just bare with me and pretend it is even if it's not in your country) it's actually refreshing to get a little cool splash every once in a while. Whoever would have the gun capable of killing you will not waste all that training in a random shot.

4) I agree they're jerks. They do whatever the hell they want with the prices and I have no clue what they base their changes on. However, they are *very predictable* jerks. They always decide their prices every 15 minutes exactly, so if they decide to change them, that's when it will happen. So don't go asking for prices at 3:14 since he may change prices in less than a minute. But if you ask your prices at 3:16, you have at least a 13 minute guarantee that the prices will hold.

I hate it when my favorite pair of pants gets stolen off my clothesline.

Glares at Naomi