- An amazing sense of entitlement.
- A healthy dose of white guilt.
- An obscenely skinny photographer girlfriend who takes black and white pictures of gate latches.
- A fixed gear bike.
- Ironic facial hair.
- Oversized vintage glasses.
- Carry a record bag everywhere I go.
- Roll my own cigarettes.
- Acquire a taste for PBR.
- A medical marijuana card.
- A hybrid vehicle.
- A Vespa scooter with many mirrors.
- A hatred of hipster scum even though I am a hipster and was doing it way before it was cool.
- Pointless nostalgia for the unremembered 1980’s.
- A non-corporate coffee house to sit in and write my screenplay on my mac for hours on end.
- Skinny jeans.
- A tight hoodie zipped all the way up.
- Eat food that has never cast a shadow, but still have a burger now and then in secret to stay healthy.
- A girl best friend with two different hair colors.
- A cute puppy. Preferably of the toy variety.
- Some sort of hemp clothing.
- Converse.
- A trust fund and a day job at a vintage clothing store, you know for the discount.
- Realize that everyone I know is more relevant than everyone you know.
- An awesome record collection.
- A pipe, cigars are so passé.
- A cassette player.
Cheers,
James