when you're a freak like me, you get a lot of stares. it's jealousy. i know it. everyone wants in on the secrets of my style.
just how do i maintain my elegant blend of 'dressed in the dark' and 'homeless chic'? i've held out as long as i can, but i fear the time is come for me to reveal my sources.
there is only one place on earth to acquire the sort of accoutrements that allow one to attain the dizzying vertexes of dernier cri that i brave on a daily basis. and that place is here-
oh, heavenly ether, receive my darkest divulgence and grant me grace in the face of adversity.