I can’t count how many rock song use that line, it’s played out but I like these guys.
My dad muses about spiritualized as we zip along this efficiently paved swamp and head to an “American Apparel” outlet store because I insist on seeing this spectacle played out before me.
After a long morning of picking through the troughs at the outlet on the west side of the highway we head to the outlet on the east side of the highway. We’re a bad joke in Christopher Guest movie but at least we have the self awareness to enjoy our position in the caste.
Mars Volta roars and my dad pumps the breaks to the bass drum - so that’s where I get that from. I just thought it was novel. Gucci next to Dress Barn Women (opposed to Dress Barn Men?) next to American Apparel. Brands are so meaningless without juxtaposition.
It appears the “premium” outlets next to Cracker Barrel aren’t so premium.
I purchased boat shoes yesterday and two pair of courdoroy today. I wish OshKoshBgosh made clothes or adults.
AA is empty and the music is blasting to no one.
My dad dances to the music and my brother blushes instantly. I giggle at oxford shirts being offered by AA but the cut is great an then again I laughed at their cardigans and I own one now.
I’ll probably by my tux for my wedding I have on the Moon colony “Rosanna 392” in 2031 at an American Apparel outlet so who am I to judge.
