Chi-Town: My Town

So I recently moved to Wicker Park/Bucktown in Chicago. Hipster Central. I’ve stopped noticing hipster things and outrageously dressed hipster people because I’m surrounded by it every day. I mean, I’d love to whip out the camera and show you guys some of this ridiculous stuff, but I have been consumed by the void of hipster culture. I literally can’t tell what’s “kind of hipster but not website worthy” and “holy shit Hipster Jew needs to see this right now” anymore. I’m not sure if this is awesome or terrible. My days off are spent walking past the American Apparel and the Urban Outfitters to get to the record store down the block where I hunt for entry level hipster garbage (last week I found Washed Out and Wild Nothing for decent prices and a rare British repress of a Slowdive album that has otherwise been out of print for like twenty years), then pass up the Starbucks (too fucking mainstream) for the local joint, Filter. I down my arthouse, free-trade roast, and then I head to the Green Eye for a Three Floyds, but just one so I have enough for a sixer of PBR tallboys at the Bucktown Liquor at the intersection, afterwards stumbling home to get tanked while playing NBA Jam On Fire Edition as the Bad Boy Pistons, before finally passing out in a pile of my own disinterested hipness.

I can’t tell if I’m going to wake up in my old house one day having hallucinated the past month, or if this is actually my life right now. I mean, when you see this kind of shit next to the Blue Line you kind of have to wonder.

Welcome to Bucktown, enjoy your stay.

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I use that train stop like every day now. I guess other people might make hipsters out to be some big deal or a pain in the ass or something, but at this point, it’s my new normal. I am a hipster, living with two other hipsters in the hipster district of town, next to the Mexican neighborhood where everyone gets shitty off of PBR and then goes to the 24 hour taquiera for gigantic burritos, where they discuss the new Dirty Projectors album and who fucked who at the underground dance bar last week. It’s fucking weird, and it’s weirder that I’m already used to it.