On one hand: straight cuts look ridiculous on me. On the other hand: I’ve developed such a fondness for my LHT jacket that a deeply persistent intrusive thought keeps reminding me that tapering services exist.

Decisions.

To the person who stopped me in Manhattan today because he saw me wearing Iron Hearts and asked if I was on the forums (to which I stammered out an awkward "I signed up but haven't commented yet"): sorry, man. I wasn't trying to be rude, I was just really late for work.

Also: hello!