Morning, all. Overnight we’ve had Donald Trump sing his love from the rooftops, a rapid man reaching the finish line and the city of Brooklyn turns the stomach once again.
As the hipster becomes nothing more than a marketing ploy, there is but one word that can tap into that market: “Brooklyn”.
O, the lovers we covet, those with large bookcases and hard covers. Book people. If you have your eye on one, but are short in the knowledge department, worry not, for we can bluff you through it.