Sasha Loudfeather

A super nerd from the past (yes a super NERD, not someone who tries hard to look nerdy, but the Steve Erkle (spelling) of 2012) whom I had the pleasure of sharing awkward energy with at a visitation gave me the ultimate hipster test. Some how “hipster” came up in conversation and me being a dead ringer for one. AWKWARD. DAMN YOU SELF AND YOUR VINTAGE COAT WEARIN SELF! I just don’t think I’m quiet or shoegazey enough to be a hipster so he was like, “Well, do you wear what you wear because you like it?” to which I replied, “yeah”, I probably should’ve explained that also my costume budget is not as big as I would like it to be. He asked me if what I listened to, what I ate, what I did in general, where things that I enjoyed doing, um yeah. So because of those answers he concluded I was not a hipster, then ranted about big glasses and people attempting to revive Velvet Underground sounds, something that I think will always be going on. Hello. Sex, drugs, rocknroll, and funny art. I quickly found coffee my car.

DONT ASK silly questions implying something rude because you be sweating someones fierce swagger. Just put down the doritos and figure some things out. Maybe seek out some fun.