Oh, we were at One Sylabble Noun, it’s this new club in the
Meat Packing District. Way better than
They have these trains, which I am now completely and totally on top of memorizing. In fact, I memorize all obscure public transportation routes just to out-city snob all those bridge-and-tunnel freaks. So bourgey. Yeah like Bourgeois, dude, but you know, douchier. What tools.
we went to a show last night. No, dude,
musical theatre is not gay, this is
What’d you mean I’m from a suburb? Maybe back when I was bourgey and all, in college in a different city. I’ve been here for five years already. Well, that’s what it feels like. To be honest, dude, these past six months have just flown by. I’ve been so busy taking trains 1 through 4 and bragging about how I know how to get to different neighborhoods the fastest that I haven’t even had time to go bang some hipster chicks out in Brooklyn.
Yeah, it’s full of hipsters dude. Like, way worse than
chicks last night, dude. Oh, you should
come see this band I just discovered, they only play in this certain
neighborhood, but they’re really good. What do you mean you’ve never been to that certain neighborhood? Oh my god, dude, it’s the new Noho. It’s like Soho merged with
invited. I’ve got the tickets at will
call. No my mom bought em for me. No, I’m a little tight. No I don’t have a credit card, I just have
hers, dude. What’d you mean why? I live in
By Michael J. Weingarth