It was 60 degrees this morning. Do you know where your wool overcoat is? That was a shitty play off these narc ads in New York that play off the inability of children to actually show up to school in the morning because school is fucking wack. To be honest though, if I was flossing as hard as I could be in this ts(s) hooded overcoat, I would show up to school, but only out of my narcissistic tendencies to have people compliment me on my clothes. Like, when your alphet is bricking it, people won't say shit to your face. They'll just gossip behind your back instead. But, when you're fucking crushing it, you can bet they'll be all up in your grill telling you how dope you look and mention that you're always outfitted in the swaggiest swagu. That's the conundrum with being well-dressed: You always gotta show up, fam. You have a reputation to uphold. If you slack just one day, people will call you on it. Which is why your outerwear has to separate you from the pack. This has a curved hem and a hood that's smoothly attached to the coat rather than looking like it was just attached at the last minute. I don't like last minute hoods. Let that be known.
