Yesterday my friend called me and came out to me as a hipster. He told me he didn't even realize it but his friend pointed it out the other day and he started thinking about how he used to shop, way before it was cool, at the Urban Outfitters down in Harvard. How he listened to music no one else listened to and liked it. How his favorite Marvel superheroes were the ones that no one heard of.

How the day after his grandparents died, he took their dirty old flannel button-ups and wore them until they wore out.

"Yeah," I said into the phone, "I know exactly what you mean." I told him I always secretly knew but never told him because I wanted to wait for him to be ready. Then I offered to take him to a local music concert in Allston. We could go to all the wonderful secondhand stores. We could eat at the organic vegan Asian restaurants down in Union Square.

He said, "I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet."

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