Staring at my clothes spinning away in an empty laundromat with Eminem's Lose Yourself playing. That is probably the most gangster-like I can ever get. Although I remember in grade twelve, sinking myself in a huge hoodie and baseball hat I borrowed from a friend, rapping about Aristotle to the tune of T.I.'s Dead and Gone. Lame, I know.
Identity misalignment phase....maybe.
Or maybe I've turned over a new leaf.
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