Designing clothes with slogans is dangerous.
I ought to know.
There was a time we created a custom shirt for every event.
Seemed like one a week.
Once I uncorked some bottles to tease the muse of creativity.
My friends raucously helped me.
Our ideas were splendid, noteworthy, precarious.
Syn City polos under the nightclub's nose.
H&M scorched the earth in South Africa.
The coolest monkey that wasn't.
Retail is fickle, the first shall be last when the wallets snap shut.
One more dying big box in the jungle.
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