overheard in the east village

While lugging my suitcase from a falafel joint toward the subway I passed a group of 40-somethings that were desperate to cling to their youths amid the hipster tide that was washing over them.

One man to the others: "I OD'd once in a beauty shop. If it's white and it's on the table, I'm sniffin' it!"

Sad, on several levels.