In the dense associated with the 8 Mile age, he seems away from nowhere, rescuing me personally from a hipster bar that is pretentious.

In the dense associated with the 8 Mile age, he seems away from nowhere, rescuing me personally from a hipster bar that is pretentious.

by Dani Burlison

Lanky twenty-somethings sipping two buck PBRs inside their nicotine-soaked white gear adorned thin jeans avoid eye contact while slouching over barstools. The room is just a dense cloud that is dark of pheromones and distended egos. We grow increasingly restless. A buddy excuses herself, stumbling outside with a shaggy-haired bass player in which he draws near, politely asking to stay down. Continue reading “In the dense associated with the 8 Mile age, he seems away from nowhere, rescuing me personally from a hipster bar that is pretentious.”