Shout out to Our Legacy for making an expensive ass beanie that I’d actually buy. Granted, I’d still be embarrassed to admit out loud to real, actual people that I paid one hundred dollars for a knit hat, but deep down I wouldn’t actually regret it. I’ve gone far past the point of regretting spending inordinate amounts of money on clothing. It’s like a drug habit that you no longer apologize for. “You stole a CD player for drugs? Who even uses CDs anymore?” And it's like, “I’m a drug addict, man. Are you really that surprised?”
