Location: Thrift Store in Chicago’s Wicker Park

Mood: Sober

Aging Hipsters.  “why have you force-fed poverty down your throat  for so long that you must shop here in your mid-thirties?”.

Listen, You. You walk in here with your free starbucks water. You walk around for 2 minutes and then you realize that you should be at the mall browsing the well-kempt and liver-spotty rack of Anne Taylr. Did you just want to make an appearance? Here’s 2 crederettes, now please leave me and the poor minorities alone.

This is what you look like. Only female.

Guess what the iron represents.

_kieran