You know what’s sad? When you can’t tell the difference between a Brooklyn hipster and a homeless person. I had a man with long blond hair and a big beard talk to me on the train platform about a month ago. He was carrying a dirty beat-up skateboard, had paint on his shirt, had dirty sneakers and wore no socks. Now, hippie painter or young homeless man? You decide.
Hipsters make me uneasy. Don’t even get me started about the L train…
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