The Culture Hustler

Musing for modern minds.

King’s Dough, Fool’s Gold

Earlier this year I was ditched for Lana Del Rey.  It was at the crucial point of a new friendship, you know, when you’re just becoming friends with someone and you’ve made your first set of concrete plans together?  Not casual plans like “There’s this thing (e.g. show, party, bar gathering) happening, you should come by.”  No, we’d made real plans to go to a scheduled event together.  That’s when I got ditched . . .  mere hours before we were to meet up.  Worst of all, my new “friend” told me why she was cancelling: to see Lana Del Rey perform at a record store.

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