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"I’ve wanted things in my life before. And that desire has always died away after time. For a while there, I wanted to go to graduate school, get my PhD and teach the youth of the country about things like Susan Sontag and that academia is awesome because you get to dress like a slob and never have to take drug tests. But not even TWO years into undergrad and I was already over academia. Then, I wanted to have a stable career that afforded me ample money and time for vacations and a wife that teaches a course on Foucault and throws down in leather jackets and skinny jeans and was really patient with our future kids. After that, I just wanted to be able to be a working writer. Now, I’m just happy to not get evicted and that my neighbors finally stopped asking me how my day is going and realized I am a terrible misanthrope who just wants to be left alone. But this jacket? THIS FUCKING JACKET, FAM? I will never not want this jacket. MARINATE ON THAT. I GAVE UP ON A STABLE HOME LIFE AND A MEANINGFUL CAREER, BUT I WON’T GIVE UP ON THIS EG JACKET."
— Jon Moy