...that butt ugly porta-potty-fluid blue jacket with fake beige leather details that you used to have? You know the one that you bought quite cheap at Chelsea Thrift Shop on 8th Ave. in the city just so that you could prance around with a "Look at me I'm so fucking Ironic and my clothes prove it" smirk on your face to match your usual dorky clothes style. Well the true irony to the story is that when I last saw it, it was wrapped around the shoulders of a grubby dude with a beard who told us he was currently living in a duct down in the subway and you know what, it fit his image way better than the art director / nerd chic style you try so hard to pull off.
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