It’s 8:36 a.m., I’m on the train. In front of me is a man in a fitted navy suit with a matching dark blue skinny tie on a double cuff, sky blue and white striped tailored shirt. To finish he has on black patent, pointed full circle dress shoes, and what I believe to be [...]
It’s almost as if anytime I meet with the posse (that’s how I refer to the rest of the guys) our regular vulgar joking and clowning around spirals into some sort of deep discussion, it can be anything from whether any woman can ever be a 10 to if Arsenal will ever be great again [...]
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