I fucking love rollnecks—FUCKING LOVE THEM. While my first rollneck was a J.Crew joint, the one that really did it for me was this number from Abercrombie & Fitch that my parents bought for me at the Mall of America in Minnesota. I'm pretty sure I told you guys that anecdote before, but fuck you and your elephant-like memories. Anyways, this high necked thermal from Mountain Research is perfect to layer yourself up like a dope ass layer cake. My roommate in college, Lev, his mom made the dankest layer cakes. Technically, I think they were called "checkerboard" or "chessboard" cakes, but whatever, they involved layers of different flavors and they were so goddamn good. My other roommate's grandpa was a retired baker and used to send us the most fire rugelach. You guys seriously gotta pick your roommates on the strength of their care package potential. Me? I brought a big screen TV, 50 ft. long Ethernet cords and a grandma that owned a motherfucking Chinese Restaurant. Our spot was like the trap house for snacks made with love by adorable family members.
