Lament for a Bro

It's been a while bro
where you been at?
Thought of you mid keg stand
in an undergrad bar
pre frosh frosh
last sat

I know you've been at the yard
keeping the place down for Rick Ross
showing steelies who the boss
making dough and pushing skids
to btown landscapers and reno kids
but still bro
where you been at?

Coulda used your expertise
at the after party mackin on freshies
needed a wingman to distract fatties
while I sipped brewskies
and worked my Doctor game
on some crazy blonde with huge tits
Made me wonder again bro
where you been at?

Riddle me this Bro-hotep
like a motherfucking sphinx
drinking natty and slaying fools
on some old skool knowledge tip
when bro's bail in a forest
Do they make a sound?

Hope to catch you before the afterlife
Riding chariots of the sun god
into the moon of pussy
Life's too short for wondering
where you been at?

Day 1

It's finally arrived. After years of thinking, six months of applications and planning, two weeks of vacation and a lifetime of regret, I've finally jumped tracks and landed back in school again. The feeling of relief is indescribable, and I'm incredibly lucky to have such a supportive group of friends and family around me to help cheer me on. When the penny finally dropped last October I remember thinking clearly that I finally knew what I wanted to do, but making it happen seemed overwhelming; there's nothing quite like a huge and intricate plan coming together nicely.

I've often wondered what reinventing yourself would feel like. Would it be nerve-wrecking, exciting, dangerous, or exhilarating? All of the above, it turns out. What I didn't expect what the overriding sense of calm confidence, the quiet knowledge that you're heading in the right direction, that everything is going to be OK.

I'm glad I'm finally here. Now lets get started...

An ode to swag

What you looking at son? I don't provide fit details, if you've gotta ask then you don't deserve to know. I'm on some top level next level post-Slimane apocalypse tip, since before F/W 06, since before you even knew what a stack was. Yeah.

You feeling my Americana-MTM-Alden collabo Wings? You like my knit wear, SNS Hering fisherman tip? You can have it, I've already moved on. Tweets from Kissi & crew asking for the best vintage in T.O. I don't even have the time. Too busy hitting up ebay for my imported selvedge, straight from Japan, pure indigo woven with envy. Don't even try to find it now son, UO will stock in 8 months. Cop at your own risk.

Your girl getting juiced just looking at my shit, wondering if it's pomade or pure steez that's putting waves in my James Dean locks.

Your boys reppin my B/S on SUFU.

Selling Skulls 5010xx 6x6 with black tabs, before they were pulled, before you could find them on BiG. $300, like new, like your gf see's on the sales racks at Diesel, but better.

Translating Japanese thru Rakuten to bring you the hottest shit. What, you don't speak Japanese?

What's next, you ask? I can't tell you, I haven't decided yet

L'hiver

Winter just turns me into a hermit. I've barely left the house these past few months, and have been quite happy to scurry from the car through the front door, turn the lock, and not venture out until the next morning. In a way it's enjoyable and feels like I'm tapping into the natural rythm of the seasons, which might just be a nicer way of saying I've been incredibly fucking lazy.

Still, plans progress. School starts in Spring, I get to quit my life and start a new one. It's oddly nice being back home too, I like having Dad around. We're two men trying our best to move on with things, and it feels good to have someone around to help out.