Your dad worked shitty jobs before you and he has the K-Mart name tag to prove. Back then, minimum wage was less than a modern can of PBR at your local hipster watering hole. But, even though his job was shit, he still managed to be the shit. Every weekend he shed his 2×4 name badge of shame and was king of the weekend. With a cheap beer in hand, your dad would spit fire game at the local Daisy Dukes because he knew hhis bank roll would never bed them.
So hipsters, next time you’re complaining to your parents about how you can’t make rent because those damn mainstream scum yuppies don’t tip you at the coffee shop, remember this…
Your dad knows about living hand to mouth and he drank PBR because he could afford it, not because it was ironically good.
Thank you Amy for the awesome photo of your dad.
This blog is my new favorite.
Also, I know my dad was a hipster before me, he was rocking a vagabond beard before I even knew what a vagabond was.