I grew up in a family that just never had enough money for the cool shit. We never went hungry; and we were never in any danger (that I can recall) of losing the house or even the crappy little cars that my dad could afford. I had the stuff I needed, but there was always something I wanted that was just a little out of reach - usually clothes.
I felt a little deprived I guess, but every now and then, something floats by on the inter-toobz to remind me that missing some things - especially missing out on certain fashionably fashionable fashion trends - is going to turn out to be a really good thing later on.
Like this:
I felt a little deprived I guess, but every now and then, something floats by on the inter-toobz to remind me that missing some things - especially missing out on certain fashionably fashionable fashion trends - is going to turn out to be a really good thing later on.
Like this:
I knew guys who wore that kinda shit - to work; not just to those abysmal disco joints on the weekends. And while I can say honestly I laughed my ass off back then, I also have to be honest enough now to say that I'm really glad I didn't have the bucks to look and act just like them, cuz I can't be sure I wouldn't have done exactly that.
Peer pressure works in mysterious ways.
And it's gonna get you too, little hipster dudes. Just you wait and see.
And it's gonna get you too, little hipster dudes. Just you wait and see.
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