Corey
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Speaking of arseholes though, the guy who lives in the squat on Abbey St, just beside the Epicurean. Makes all that bullshit metal sculpture rubbish, paints his doorway in those horrible green and orange swirls and stands there staring out as he blares classical music to attract attention to himself. I walk past him to work nearly everyday and he makes my blood boil.
To top it all off, when I was at a gallery opening on Thomas St a few months ago he was there chatting to a friend of mine. When my friend introduced him to me, the fucker punched me in the jaw. He's great.
Arty cunts can fuck off.