truth. there's nothing that comes in between my grams and that suave ass super tanned mahfucker. me and my friend lex were equally smitten with julian as 17 year old girls, listening to the stokes 1st album like it was crack, blasting that shit on our way to star shoes (anyone? anyone?) and now you can have your mans smelling like him.
consider my x-mas shopping done/catch me huffing this behind some dumpster in echo park. dude gets the 'best permanent vacant stare' award. put a fork in me, i'm done.
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