Expect this type of shirt from the guy who was an identity seeker fresh out of high school. The guy who bought it in a head shop in tenth grade. Because of his tight-knit, suburban upbringing, he was never able to show it off during those budding adolescent years.
Then college came, and he went to Rock the Bells. He saw other guys that ‘gotta go’ wearing shirts that say SOUR and KUSH, maybe even a Che Guevara tank top if they’re Poli Sci majors.
Eventually he’ll turn thirty, move out of his parent’s house and say, “I don’t know about this shirt.” Until then, he'll keep it hipster with that pot shirt, because he smokes pot, and everyone should know that as soon as he steps outside everyday.
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