I'm gonna wear this Junya patchwork long-sleeve tee and just relive a section of my adolescence in which I only wore long-sleeve tees and baggy and pretended like my ability to ollie (and only ollie) made me exponentially cooler than everyone in my hometown. I was actually wearing a long-sleeve tee when I stole a giant metal pole from a construction site so I could make a grind rail to practice sick 50/50s and tail slides. I snuck out of my parents house at, like, 9:30pm, skated to the construction site I had previously cased, grabbed the pole and then SKATED HOME FOR A MILE AND A HALF CARRYING A FUCKING EIGHT FOOT POLE. Now that's dedication, fam. SK8 OR DIE.
