It would be cool if people cared about me, but nobody wants to know an aging hipster. I'd rather be an aging hipster than give up my 60s related obsessions, to be like everybody else, in order for my peers to care about me. My same age peers, have been a waste of my time, lately. Why do I want to spend my evenings, walking around the inner city area, where I live, with a bimbo with hair down to her butt, who doesn't like anything that's old, when I could spend the nights that my best friends want to stay home, at home, in my own apartment, listening to my favourite music, from the 1960s?
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