As soon as I stepped out on to Broad Street this morning, hit play on Baby by Devendra Banhart on my iPod and slid on my shades I became hyper-aware that I was dressed just like a 1950s greaser.
To add to the authenticity, I pretty much paid 1950s prices for everything here. $5.00 motorcycle jacket? You know it.
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