The bar smelled like fresh-squeezed hipster

The bar smelled like fresh-squeezed hipster and easily was the worst place the band had ever played. They were crammed over in the corner between the men's room and a gigantic

eco-friendly inflatable Taylor Momsen doll. They all wore combat boots & acted like they didn't care. The hipster crowd at The Urban Funk would hate our music, but we needed to

a record player playing music that no-one ever listened to. In our fountain of youth deep underneath the home for the elderly, the ancient hipster rites were close to completion.

Soon our prunish sagging skin and lips would puff out, age spots fall off like shingles, and lush locks tumble from our shiny pates. In Golden Age's secret chambers the Hepcats

never had good luck with aging. Also, in Golden Age's secret chambers, you had to wear Mary Kay products and such to not age as quickly. We hoped that we wouldn't age as quickly as

our moms so we agreed. Golden Age guys smeared different formulas on us & locked us up to age in a chamber. We had margaritas & sitcoms but tried not to laugh. Fewest wrinkles win!

That was easier said than done. There was a Botox shortage. It made the news on the mainstream media. The anchors seemed spooked at the mention of a Botox shortage, it was popular.

Cheekeasies popped up everywhere,offering Botox for triple the usual price.Such began the "Age of Injection".Celeb-Gangs hunted other "Plastics",harvesting the "NeXtar" from their

faces and boobs, and "improved the reality" of their features. Eighty years later, this same phrase would form a more accurate paradigm shift in cosmetic trends.