Feb 26, 2013
Parents found my copy of Fuck Yeah Menswear and confiscated it due to the swearing. I know more swear words than they do.. Got a lot more Sprezz too.
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Parents found my copy of Fuck Yeah Menswear and confiscated it due to the swearing. I know more swear words than they do.. Got a lot more Sprezz too.
I’m real angry today.
Came in from school feeling all kinds of ravenous. Searching for a carton of juice and a CLUB biscuit. You know the one, orange flavoured. Anyway, I find the biscuit and get my munch on. Crumbs falling on my school shirt – that’s a Thom Browne OCBD with the striped branding under the placket for those of you who haven’t yet fully realised the extent of what I can do with a strict uniform guideline – but I don’t mind. That shit can be washed. But my throat is feeling parched. I hit the kitchen again and now I’m getting pissed off. I see the milk in the fridge but I can’t reach it ‘cause it’s all kinds of high up. I strain, I get on my tip toes just to get a glug of that shit. I grab hold of the handle. Something goes wrong.
It falls.
Milk. All over my Crockett and Jones ‘Pembroke’ derbies. You know the ones. The shoes recommended by Chris-fucking-Bastin. Now they smell recklessly foul.
Not Wealth.
Not Villainous.
I’m real angry today – and this arithmetic ain’t helping.