I see you, Damir Doma. You and your cotton bomber. Have you, reader, seriously not bought a bomber yet? Not even those super budget ones from Uniqlo we told you about? What the fuck is wrong with you? Now, I understand your parents’ frustration. We just keep telling you what’s good for you and you keep ignoring us. You know Mrs. Anderson’s son William? He’s got a bomber, a great job at a small publishing firm and is engaged to his college sweetheart. I bet you William Anderson listens to his parents and Four Pins.
