Your hair is so fucked up, white people in the Mission District. I love it. But your hair is seriously fucked up.
It's matted and bedheady and wild, but in a super cool way that I could never replicate if I tried. You and your hair don't give a fuck. You are far too into reading your friend's new manuscript or teaching your adorable daughter how to play chess.
It looks like a bohemian village in this coffee shop at 24th and Mission Street. Pretty sure not a soul in this room is going to work today, or, at least, not a work that involves getting dressed and going to an office.
I am surrounded by worn hoodies and patched messenger bags and as hard as I try, I can't find a designer handbag in the entire place.