I arrive at the bar and ask for an IPA. Staff starts asking questions. They say I look different. Am I ok? Am I pretending to be someone I'm not? Something about my eyes and my hair, my funk is gone and I've been quiet lately. That they're worried. Is this an intervention? So, now I'm in the restroom crying and I don't know why. I'm too embarrassed to walk out.
"Hipster is what happens when young hot people do what old ladies do." -Exian