I used to live near a university and a Buffalo Exchange thrift store was nearby. It always had the best and newest clothes, especially after Christmas/New year’s.
That store is kinda mean. They know what shits worth then they add a cool factor tax. At least at the one in Allston by my sisters Haus.
Last time I shopped there I had just split from a skate park young adult LSD party.
Total nightmare I should have just gone straight to my sister's haus show.
They they definitely shouldn't have invited me at all. I got loud with a couple people was told don't worry about it everyone is tripping out maaaaan. They don't mean what they are saying.
I'm like bullshit. I've taken hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of trips on good ass shit. I know what it does and don't do.
I spit went to buffalo exchange bought a cute ass shirt with a Brooklyn hat wearing hipster cat on it for way way too much. Then went over to my sister's house to see her band play a sick show with a couple other out of state d beat bands.
Had an excellent time telling the homies that right wing yuppies took over the old spot. We had shows there and everything. Organized against those types of people.
Everyone was talking about my shirt all night too. So fucking fun and insane. My first and last accidental adventure with Q folk