Near Fulton Fish Market, New York, 1946
Note: you weren't hip in 1946; you were hep.
Can you dig it, Face? - Billy Crystal
The far right looks like the Hipster Hamster and maybe he's twelve but he will go far. The tall dark on the medium left looks like the Thoughtful One who will end up writing poetry and addicted to heroin.
The Hopeful Hamster on the medium right is hanging on every word from the Hipster Hamster so he will probably wind up a Republican insurance salesman although not their best.
The Young Dragoon on the far left is, of course, Bernie Sanders who quietly observes and thinks, "Man, these fuckers are crazy."
The Hepster Pre-Hippies would have been about twenty-five in 1960 so they were already topping out on the Hippie League because .... never trust anyone over thirty.
That means these kids must have been making the babies at that time which became the hipsters of the Eighties and who can forget those lovable li'l music magicians after they brought us one of the most horrendous musical abominations of all time: "Cherry Pie" by Warrant.
I'm not going to get a link. Just don't ... ever.
Therefore, all we have to do to prevent Warrant, The Bee Gees, and countless other estimable musical horrors is some time traveling to find those Hipster Hamsters in 1946 and ...
Ed: drown them?
Well, not if you drown Bernie with them.
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