We all have times where shit goes pear shaped. You might loose your job er your girlfriend leaves you or your friends or school might be going haywire. When things like this start to fall apart, its easy to crawl up into a ball, throw on your emily haynes er elliot smith, your mineral or broadcast records, turn off the lights and cry yourself into oblivion. But that’s retarded. Your not a weak bastard/bastardette (the lady version), and you know you are better than that. Keep listening to your depeche mode and your echo and the bunny men, but throw in a little acid bath, some death from above 1979, maybe some stooges er some slayer, jay reatard, or something, anything, to remember that your a brutal son (or daughter) of a bitch and your not taking this shit lying down.
Now straight to the point. Life fucked you. The powers at be are trying to break you down, to make you kneel, cry, and beg for mercy. Sucks, seeing as your so much more tough than that. a good friend of mine gave me some good advice when i was down, “Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god.” It doesn’t matter if he stole it from a meme on 4chan.org. It’s a good attitude.
Ok ok i know, “where the fuck are you going with this Austin?” well if you’d give me a god damned second ill tell you. shit man. come on.
Life is trying to fuck you over. Nobody gives a shit. Your angry, bitter, and you wanna punch the first bro who looks at you. This is where military fashion comes in. You wanna go rambo on the world, you better dress for the part first.
pete’s ex took his dog. enough said. hes out for blood.
keep your ammo handy AND your pants up. mulit-functionality. fuck yeah.
pea coats, dog tags, luger bullet earrings, wool caps, combat boots, braces, and belts. It’s all about dressing like a warrior When the world tries to get you down, put it in a sleeper hold.