Hey guys, for the four thousandth time I'm going to tell you my new wave is wearing shop coats. No, I don't have a job in a workshop. No, I don't own a store to wear an expensive shop coat in. I just sit in my apartment all day. But when I go to the fancy bagel spot that is inexplicably closed on Tuesdays, I wear a dope ass shop coat with the pockets full of loose change, receipts and three dollar bills that I could've sworn were five dollar bills that I was planning on using to purchase aforementioned expensive bagels plus lox with the schmear. I always gotta end up using my fucking debit card.