I started working there in March and by Christmas time I pretty much had the lay of the land. I was trapped in a world of hipsters, well, this was 1993 so the hipster of today hadn’t been invented yet, but they were hipsters nonetheless, twentysomethings who worshipped at the altar of Steve Jobs, wore shirts made of recycled paper, had multiple tattoos with at least one of them depicting Mother Earth crying and ate anything labeled organic. 

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