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Smug as a Thug
So, this all started one day after my shirt got torn at school. I had to go to the lost and found to make it through the rest of the day, but all they had was this wife beater, see.
The thing was old and white, the traditional stereotype you usually find for this kind of wear. It showed off my arms, and I was uncomfortable with that, because, well, you know, I didn’t used to look like this, now did I?
But no need to worry. You could say I grew to like it.
I turned it into a night shirt.
And that’s when the weird stuff started happening.
I’d always wake up all sweaty in the morning. And when I had to eat, boy did I eat. I mean, I was like a living garbage disposal! Of course, I understand why now. I mean, look at this mug. Look at this bod.
I’m a ladykiller, and I like it that way.
...
That felt so good to say. I ... I, uh ... fuck....
Damn, my voice just dropped.
It’s the shirt, see. It’s ... well, it’s gotta be. It’s changing me. But ... damn, do I like these changes. Been growin’ hair up the wazoo with these muscles. Gotta show those ladies how much of a MAN I am.
Mmmm... Yeah.
A big, burly man.
A MAN’S man.
Mmph ... been recording myself at night to find out what’s goin’ on. Turns out I’m working out in my sleep. Never heard of that before. Didn’t even think it was possible, but there it is.
And ... I look at myself in the footage and I can’t help it. I ... I need more.
I need to show off.
I need to prepare.
To prepare for....
Something.....
I, uh ... I got this necklace the other day. Thought it’d fit with the whole aesthetic of the gear, y’nkow?
Makes me look like a fuckin’ douche, but ... I like looking like a douche. I want to show off now. It’s ... It’s like I’ve been programmed to do it, if that makes sense.
Like this shirt is driving me.
Ain’t that a funny thought? Clothes making a person.
Huhuh.
Funny.
Anyway, I gotta go after I take this pic. I got class.
Well, yeah, of course I dropped out of high school. I’m talking the School of Hard Knocks.
Da boss is expectin’ me. Says I’m makin’ real progress as a guido. Don’t gotta think as a guido. Just gotta pump up and be ready to fight.
I can’t help but grin at the thought now. Boss helped me see how fun it is to flex and intimidate.
Personally, I prefer makin’ more ... intimate contact. Gets the message across a lot faster, know what I’m sayin’? There’s nothing quite like a little ... networking to grease the gears on business.
He said I could bring a friend.
Wanna come?
You just have to wear this here uniform....
