the dress code

for hipsters.

Denver is a city full of them. Nonchalant, the world happened to me, I make do with what I can wardrobe, attitude. They're usually cute, too cool for you, and never worthy of a repeat offense. And I am sick of them. So really, they bother me.

This is a usual suspect for any one of them. Tight pants, the I-just-found-this-in-a-thrift-store plaid shirt and the keys on the belt. At least you can hear them coming.