It’s Hip to be FREAKING OUT IN THIS JACKET!

Go! Lookatit! A great disguise, no? – as long as you sat on the right couches. Think of the secrets you could hear. The coins you could pilfer from beneath couch cushions.

It’s a testament to the seller’s abilities (OK, OK, it’s Saint Aardvark’s mom, the ebay queen) that she can make this WOW! HOLY! WOW! piece of clothing remotely compelling. (She measured the collar!) As I read, I find myself actually wanting it. The lining, the topstitching, the hidden change pocket. All of it.

Actually, the jacket is okay-spiffy but I super-dig the labels: “Designed by Stanley Blacker for Al Troxler’s Men’s Store, Kalamazoo” and “Professional Dry Clean Only Use Cool Iron”. How fucking hip are you with those labels? Pritttty hip.