There is this weird thing sweeping the nation – it is that sort of derelict look that everyone is sporting. And it is now at a point, where I’m finding it hard to distinguish between hot and homeless.
Instead of wanting to go home with the merchant-wanker type – it seems I am wanting to rip the flannel off the hipster. You know, I’m sure there is a reason for the infatuation – there must be – but I will admit, I am terrified of the evening I have one too many a PBR and mistake your everyday bum for the run of the mill hipster..
Hot or homeless – undecided.