Congratulations to me! I made it through life yet another year. I was born around 5 something in the morning 27 years ago on this very day. Proves to be a small but very noteworthy accomplishment. The homie flew in this morning at 7 am. Knocking on the door like the police, but i didnt care because it was my born day. The train was crowded and some strange woman was rubbing her booty on mine for a good 4min, but i didnt care because its my born day. Nothing can phase me today. The only thing i'm worried about is what i will be celebrating in. First i was gonna go suit, but then i realized i had to stay true. If only I could combine how i feel with the traditional aesthetic of a suit.... HMMM. Wish i knew where this guy got his joint from.
This manages to say screw it, I'm about mines! and i made a conscious decision to "suit up" today. This joint is sweet. Just to further the juxtaposition i could fully lifestyle the look by rocking a tie for formality and a knife in my boot in case it pops off!
