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Day 1: So here we are, I have passed over to the other side. "A good trip" he told me. All my life I've been zigzagging, I was bound to slip at some point. I'm not even scared, I'm not even stressed. The stroll? A courtyard filled with beautiful stories, dark looks that hide more fear than anger. There's nothing worse than fear, it's unpredictable. I try to remember where it all began, despite my good education. My first memories of violence are of those afternoons in the playroom. My father would let me beat those damned moles for hours. I was six years old, so whacking things with a hammer was a great way to focus my hyperactivity. 10 years later, it was bricks flying past bakers faces, smashing into the dashboards of civilians' Mondeos. What could be better than smashing police car windshields to focus all of that energy that was locked up in my sixteen year old body? History always repeats itself. Maybe I'm not such a nice guy after all.

  • 100% cotton
  • 410gsm
  • Textile logo patch
  • Secret label
  • Wide cut, if hesitating between two sizes, take below

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