Filtered Against Kids and Judgmental Assholes
This morning while I was getting Laura and I coffee, I was in line behind a dude who looked so hipster punk from behind — quarter-sized ear gauges, fauxhawk, skinny jeans; you follow? — but then when he turned around to leave with his order, the t-shirt under his pleather jacket was bright pink, he was covered in glitter like Tink a fucking fairy exploded in his general direction, and he had on full makeup. And all I could think to myself was, shit, I love the Big Apple, because a guy looking like that back in hom would've gotten beaten up and/or called shitty names. I know, because that happened to one of my best fr. Here, nobody even seemed to notice. Manhattan is the best.