So I have parked myself at a small round wicker table on the top floor of Joe Bar here in Capitol Hill, Seattle. Front wall is all window, rainbow pride flag hanging in the middle. The shop is old—not dusty-and-smelly old, but the texture of the bumpy walls and the older chairs and tables tell a different story. It’s like the shop was lifted out of a thrift shop. People sit around scrolling through their propped-up tablets and munch on various baked grains. All men here have two of the following three: tattoo sleeves, skinny jeans, and headgear.
Here We Go
Here We Go
Here We Go
So I have parked myself at a small round wicker table on the top floor of Joe Bar here in Capitol Hill, Seattle. Front wall is all window, rainbow pride flag hanging in the middle. The shop is old—not dusty-and-smelly old, but the texture of the bumpy walls and the older chairs and tables tell a different story. It’s like the shop was lifted out of a thrift shop. People sit around scrolling through their propped-up tablets and munch on various baked grains. All men here have two of the following three: tattoo sleeves, skinny jeans, and headgear.