I have hipster attributes, but I’ll pass on mason jars. Good reads fuel me. Good writing is even better. Food and I are slowly becoming fond acquaintances. Bourbon, beer, and white wine and I are way past that (I’m thinking somewhere along the lines of “tight” with two crossed fingers). I don’t smoke but cigars, now–cigar smoke is my guilty pleasure. I try to avoid thinking about the future too much because it rapidly turns into an existential crisis. In short, I’m a semi-educated nutcase who, like everyone else, is just trying to figure out what to do with this life of ours.
And one time I went to Africa. It gave me lactose intolerance, but damn, Tanzania, ninakupenda.