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Stop the fucking presses because we've got a silk trucker jacket on our hands, people. I don't know what you do with a silk trucker jacket other than becoming a really adept middleman for narcotics. Like, you're the dude that actually finesses the high-grade illegal substances for the guy who tells all his friends that he finessed the plug. You're not the plug though—that's your buddy who has too many drugs and the disregard for the legal ramifications to spend time thinking about silk trucker jackets. You just so happen to be friends with a wholesale drug dealer, so when a minor celebrity or girl you're trying to impress wishes they could do a line or eat something or smoke something, you're like, "For real? Just say the word 'cause I got a guy." Yeah, the guy who has a guy for that definitely wears silk trucker jackets.