Weekly eBay Grails 7/3
*presses pause on Eye of the Tiger by Survivor* Oh, hello, I didn’t see you there. I wanted to give you, loyal reader, a little peak behind the curtain. A little demonstration of how the sausage is made. The day of the blog is mostly physical prep... I’ve procured the goods, the mind is right, so all that’s left on the big day is to make sure I’m in top form. The day begins as I roll over in bed and low ball a few dealers. Then I’ll just lay there for a while contemplating things I shouldn’t like “is there ever such a thing as enough money?” which leads me down a Breaking Bad themed spiral where I wonder if I will one day build an empire of my own and loose myself along the way, ostracizing my family and ultimately dying a hated (wo)man. At that point it’s about time for coffee, so I’ll go downstairs and drink black coffee hating every sip. Finally it’s blog time and after it’s posted I get to spend the rest of the day sitting with my own self doubt and realizing that I’ll never actually be as funny as I want to be. Eventually I’ll begin wondering if it’s possible to lose the ability to be funny. Just as I start to get properly sad it’s time for bed. Now things get really interesting because it’s time for the existential dread to creep in. I’ll wrestle with it for a while and then I’ll end up just watching something on YouTube. Ten minutes in I’ll realize that one day on my deathbed I will 100% regret spending so much of my life online. Enjoy the blog!
Do I wish these pants were made out of that carpet? Absolutely. But they will suffice nonetheless.
I prefer my denim to look like a time worn cowboy who has never heard of SPF spent a decade taming wild horses in it.
What the aforementioned cowboy might wear to a square dance.
They’re staring at the pattern.
Can’t go anywhere so today my vacations manifest as embroidered sweater vests.
Did I time this so you couldn’t have these in time for 4th of July? Yes.
Please don’t buy these if your aesthetic is “Bape on a budget.”
What feels like a Japanese reinterpretation of American culture is really just Harley Davidson really leaning into it.
Is it possible for a t shirt to be on psychedelics?
This jacket is the only thing that has made me feel anything all week.
