It’s no longer a vibrant shade of red; now, 18 years later, it’s maroon. The shirt itself is made from a little bit softer of cotton, and seems to be a little more flattering in its cut, and the design itself appears to be a little smaller, or at least, a little more reserved in its appearance. But there it is—a ‘White Pony’ Deftones t-shirt.Read More
Long before spending more money than I should on overpriced t-shirts, limited edition vinyl reissues, or expensive coffee, between the ages of roughly four to fourteen, a bulk of my money—mostly my allowance—went toward my comic book collection.Read More
It was on this trip to the liquor store that I saw the towering display of limited edition Zima. I let out an audible “HA!,” having no idea that it had been resurrected from the dead. “It tastes like zhit!” the clerk bellows over at me from across the store.Read More
HOW YOU GONNA DO SOME KIND OF MUSIC RELATED THING ON THE INTERNET WITHOUT THINKING OF YA BOY?
LIKE, MY DUDES, HOW YOU GONNA GET INTO SOMETHING ABOUT MUSIC AND NOSTALIGIA AND EMOTIONAL CONNECTIONS WITHOUT THINKING, OH, HEY MAYBE KEVIN WANTS TO GET IN ON THIS?Read More
Recently, I learned that JNCO actually stood for something—Judge None, Choose One—which seems pretty dramatic and heavy handed for a company that makes ridiculously oversized and marginally expensive pairs of jeans.Read More
Maybe it’s just me, but I’d like there to be at least some meaning or story behind the thing that I am more than likely paying quite a bit of money for, that is being permanently etched into my skin. I suppose this is how people end up with tribal designs or barbed wire on their biceps, or portraits of a naked woman riding a flaming bonerRead More