Boston is a really weird place.  I knew it would be in the 80s so I thought I would kick it with a hot pair of Levi cutoffs and fit in with my Somerville friends.  Once again, I was the lamest person at the party.  Unlike the Dolores Park uniform of choice, Boston, from the authentic hipsters to up-and-coming young professionals, is bound by the common uniform of post-ironic Khaki pants.  Are these Boston's version of the cutoff?

This bro is bummed.  He's 29 and still living with his college dorm mate.  That job at Newbury Comics doesn't really seem to be going anywhere and he knows he doesn't look good in a collared shirt.

This bro has upward social mobility; working a boring ass 9-5 while staying true to his roots with public trans, a fixie and an iPod for a penis.

This bro is just drunk.  Just not giving a fuck.  Bro drives a truck.