Beards and big words: manifold fashion woes in Brooklyn’s Sugar Land
I just climbed out of the L train at Lorimer, and I’m walking toward this new bar that recently opened called Sugar Land. I don’t really like its name, but I guess it’s supposed to be ironic, so I decide to check it out anyway. During the 9.3 minutes it takes to walk there, I pass multiple abandoned factories and new condominium complexes. I feel like I’m in the desert. I turn a corner, and as if from nowhere I spot dozens of kooky fags standing outside this raggedy place with a sign that reads “Sugar Land.” I fish for my passport and I’m let in. I’m wearing tiny black pants from Trash and...
Wy dont u stop judging people in Williamsburg, where you could never afford to live, and go back to white trash New Jersey.
PS- Beards are fucking cool, have been since the 60's