I'm such a fucking sucker for fleece joints like these Creep polar fleece jump offs in both navy and camel. They just remind me of a simpler time when all I had to worry about was AP Modern European History, which Bouncing Souls CD I was gonna listen to on my way home from school and whether or not I was gonna hit up Tubby's Submarines. Those were some quality submarines. I remember I had a bright red fleece that was a surprise big hit with a bunch of field hockey players from the all-girls school. You don’t know the power of an alphet until you've experienced the captain of the field hockey squad in a pair of baggy sweats she had rolled up to make less baggy on her butt, running her hands across your fleece, commenting offhandedly, "Ooh, I like your jacket." DAWGS, I WAS FLYING SO HIGH OFF THAT MOMENT THAT I LITERALLY COULD'VE DUNKED ON JESUS. SHAWN KEMP WOULDA BEEN LIKE, "YO GARY, YOU SEE THAT DUDE DUNK ON JESUS? DAYUM."
