The Lost Boys
G n R and Crue Boys
Rancid by Erik Kabik
I miss my black biker jacket. It is possibly the only garment I can wear everyday for months and never feel like I want something else to cocoon my shoulders. Last night I was admiring the wear and discoloration on the cuffs, collar, and material surrounding the zipper. Black biker jacket, I love you.
I'm ready to click the heels of my magic black cowboy boots. There's no season like fall, there's no season like fall.
Co-worker: I don't like the new Corpus jacket.
Floor Managers (in unison): Why?!
Co-worker: All the zippers and pockets. There's too much stuff!
Floor Manager: You didn't listen to enough rancid growing up.