…I could wear all these damn tees that I’ve got. But no, my former employer had to steal a few hundred thousand from the company, not pay taxes for 8 months and open fraudulent bank accounts under another partner’s name - who happened to have passed away a few months earlier - forcing me out of my cushy little design job, as the place folded, where I got to wear all the crazy shirts, jeans, shorts, whatever that I wanted. So now, I’m a working stiff, sipping a cup o’ joe in the cold parking garage, smoking cigarettes ever hour, on the hour, doing art production for the man. I do like this button-down by OK47 though. It’s tree branch pin-stripes with scattered leaves. Whatever. Back to the tees tomorrow…