My name echoes in my cell, it’s D-Day. Cheered on by the clapping of my fellow inmates, I walk down this long corridor for the last time. Just a few more formalities and I’ll be free. After having spent precisely 685 days in the shadows, I will finally breathe fresh air. A thousand papers later and after a lecture from one of the guards who I was barely listening to, I’m now alone in front of the gigantic prison door, ready to face the free world. Will someone come to get me? I don’t even know. My thoughts are interrupted by a cloud of smoke and a dull bass sound on the horizon. Now with only a hundred meters separating the car and myself, I'm able to make out two familiar faces. The bastards, they hadn’t forgotten me. While the first one embraced me in his harms, the second one shoved what seemed to be a hallucinogenic mushroom into my mouth: «It’s time to free your mind mate». I get the feeling that the coming days aren’t going to be very restful.

  • 100% cotton
  • 210gsm
  • Screen printing
  • Secret print
  • Wide cut, if hesitating between two sizes, take below.

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