So I'm catchin' a bus back from the Exchange today, and they've got this
giant Gap ad plastered across the side of it. Takes me half a minute to realize that all the stuff they're tryin' to push for the Fall is literally all the old crap fallin' outta my closet. That, and they ain't puttin' it together right. Specially with that hair. They all look like skinny lameass hipsters tryin' to claw their way outta the late eighties--that's my leather jacket, the one I found at that dump downtown with the big rip in it. I can't wear this shit anymore. People are gonna think
I'm some trendy bastard. And on that note, don't complain about my goddamn wardrobe, Rukia. Apparently I'm stylish. You can go flash your loser linguistics somewhere else.