Miracle chairs of the Tenderloin.
One short of a fifth.
Breaking away from the dictates of the tribe is its own kind of trap, such that you’ll be somewhere—a bar or a party, someplace close and hot and noisy—and realize that your well-curated look (of course you’ll use the word curated) is being sported across the room by someone a little older and a little richer than you.
Who to blame, yourself, or society?