Guess it Runs in The Family.




Once upon a time, my parents were very,
very well dressed. My father in particular, was the kind of guy who wore aviator Raybans, well pressed & immaculate polos, acid wash jeans with casual sneakers and a giant 'fro on his head. He was also so very enviously
skinny. Think Bryan-Boy-skinny...or maybe, skinny-enough-for-me-to-wear-
those-clothes-skinny.
If only he kept his Raybans-collection; or perhaps that blindingly white blazer? No, maybe his acid wash jeans and perfectly beat-up sneakers?
Oh, I wish.
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