on July 4, i was wearing my "fucking hipster" shirt (mentioned here) and a hipster-looking nonhipster (can't fool me!), riding a skateboard, passed me, stopped, turned, pointed, and said "rad shirt."
excuse me, kind sir, but did you just say my shirt is rad? you with your stringy hair and too-big glasses and too-tight jeans and coiffed beard and breath smelling of hummus and italian coffee and brown loafers that are broken in just so and fantastic apartment in the lower haight?
you shouldn't like my shirt, my man. it goes against everything that you're trying to be. but thanks anyway for the compliment.
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