Yo, listen up. This sweet/sick/dope hoodie is your official signal that I'm off the grid, living my best life, and soaking up some sun (or snow, depending on where I am). Don't even try to slide into my DMs or call me unless it's an emergency of epic proportions. I'm relaxing/recharging/unwinding hard and need some serious me time/alone time/peace.

It's not a metaphor, it's fact. I need my afternoon dose of brew like a human depends on oxygen. Truly, the concept of starting my day without it gives me unease. Black doesn't concern much, as long as that bold flavor reaches my taste buds. It's not just a drink, it's fuel for my being. I am an individual of habit, and that tradition is my morning