So one day I was walking down Melrose with my kicks poppin', my jeans oh-so-fly, and of course my L.C. tee fresher than an ice-cold Coke on a hot summer's day. Out of nowhere this funky fresh sucka comes to me, slaps me five, and says, "What up Benjamin?". I go, "Huh? My name's not Benjamin". He goes, "Your outfit is money, like a $100 bill fresh off the press. It's so CRISPY!"
...Well, I have come to expect comments like that when I'm rockin' my L.C. gear around the city.
