Prologue

Providence, Rhode Island; known for their art students, calm community, acute Brown Universitees, and overall proclivity to know all things indie. There is not one block you can walk without having your lungs blackened by teenage idiocracy, not one step you can slouch down with the fear that you will be run over by a racing car, not one store that didn’t have a smiling or strung out face.

At the Rhode Island School of Design, an ivy league art school resting in the palm of Providence, there were very little chin up, ignorant, eye rolling teenagers. The students at Brown University could be said otherwise.

Three blocks up and two blocks down from the Design Building, flooding the plush over-watered green grass and power washed brick pavement, insolent, rich, drug abusing, subcultured “hipsters” roamed the streets. These pop-cultivated stiff necks were the exact opposite of RISD’s laid back beatniks. They weren’t creative or quirky, cool mannered or liberal; instead, they were simply self-gratifying and self-worthing. In fact, even in the centre of the city, where the busiest of bees cluttered the small walkways like the chaos of manhattan, not one driver had a hint of road rage. But, once you traveled north of the bridge and more towards Thear Stree, you better watch out for Kanye West and Lil’ Wayne mini me’s, Eminem clones, and Ke$ha lookalikes.

At least that’s what every RISD freshman was told during orientation:

“Don’t converse with those mock-bohemian erse cretin’s.”

//This is not a finished product. Please, if you are to read it, leave a comment on what you think. Errors and such will be fixed as well as a few major issues with the text itself. I would really~ appreciate it!