THE EARLY HOURS OF THE MORNING SAW MISS MIDNIGHT OVER HERE HACKING INTO CLOTHES, MIDDLE SCHOOL STYLE. OUR LOVE OF BRETON KNOWS NO BOUNDS, (LOOK HERE) BUT SUDDENLY A CLASSIC ST JAMES WAS BEGGING FOR A FOR A LACE DOWN THE FRONT.
THERE WAS NO ONE TO YELL AT US FOR DESTROYING OUR CLOTHES THIS TIME AROUND, (EVERYONE WAS ASLEEP), SO WE MARKED THAT SUCKER UP AND WENT TO TOWN. WE STRUNG THAT THING UP WITH PIPING STRING (NO SHOELACES ABOUT, APPARENTLY) AND ITS KIND OF DOING IT FOR US.
IT FEELS LIKE A VERY HUMBLE HOMAGE TO ORIGINAL PUNK MS. WESTWOOD, AND NOW OUR BRETON DOESN'T LOOK LIKE ITS TRYING TO EAT OUR NECK. SWEET SUCCESS.
