Why do I have to live around the most popular hipster hangouts in Long Beach. That annoying sound of their bicycles. Like they don’t even know each other, so it’s not like they’re going in a group, They all just simultaneously show up in their bicycles and listen to live hipster crap right next to my house.
I don’t know what to feel. A part of me is hoping it’s as innocent as it seems, and the other part of me is wishing it was more complicated. There’s two reasons to explain why I feel like this. But I feel like the more reasonable explanation is just some attempt to discourage myself from pursuing it at all.
“What you wearin, girl? And don’t tell me no stupid shit like ‘clothes’ cause I will fuck around and smack the shit outta you, ya heard? Now tell me what color draws you got on?