“Illinois has sentenced 224 people to death since reinstating capital punishment in 1977. Since then, 20 have been exonerated. I’m not sure what an acceptable rate of error in death penalty cases would be, but nine percent seems awfully high, doesn’t it?”—
I mean, I live in a Southern capitol city, so there are some hipsters, but they’re fewer and further between, and the likelihood of the hipsters actually being pretty cool is higher.
I met a guy at a Fourth-Of-July party last night in a vintage ringer tee, cutoffs, and cowboy boots, who was drinking a Bud 40 “for America.”
But due to the shortage of bonafide hipsters in Arkansas, a few of my friends and I have begun assuming that pretty much everyone is a hipster. It’s an enriching practice, watching rednecks and assuming that they’re only ironically rednecks.
Dorky-looking man in full-out biker gear at Starbucks? Bet he’s a hipster.
Special note for the reader: said hipster had the Bud 40 in a paper bag.
Yeah man, I totally saw a hipster today at Starbucks wearing overalls