I returned the socks like an organic farmer who has learned that a friend has named her child Monsanto.

I could care less whether this “travel" essay—complete with a stay at a extremely-far-end boutique hotel next to empty warehouses—is mocking the neighborhood or a serious attempt to understand a group of people pretending to be broke while being broke and still paying nearly $47-60 for a straight razor shave that’s $12 at the barber across from Kellogg diner.

this line as had me giggling all morning.