Wow, have you ever wanted to dress like a crazy weird Japanese version of a Crip? You know, like, the hippie vegetarian Crip that everyone else in the gang forces to C-walk and then makes fun for hours straight, while they send you to go pick up blunts and snacks. "MAKE SURE TO BRING BACK THE CHANGE, LAURENT." I feel like your name would be "Laurent" if you wore this shirt and tried to join the Crips. And after six months, you'd be like, "Guys, can you call me something cool instead? Like, 'T-Bone' or something?" But, of course, they'd all call you T-Boz just to keep fucking with you. What's the takeaway from this crazy tangent? Don't join the Crips. But do buy this visvim tunic if you have $800 just burning a hole in pocket of your blue Dickies.
