C.H.C.M. is like your cool older cousin you only see once or twice a year. He always had sweet bumper stickers on his Fiesta and when you were in high school, he slipped you beers under the dinner table when nobody was looking. When he found out you were listening to the Sex Pistols, he told you the fucked up Sid and Nancy story. He also slipped you that 2 Live Crew cassette because he was magnanimous like that. Basically, he had better taste than you, but didn’t make you feel like a fucking goof for not knowing that Valstar makes some of the best outerwear in the game. C.H.C.M. isn’t gonna give you a CD with a Parental Advisory sticker on it, but they can offer you a vest that will look so dope layered over your blazers and jackets.