Hard times have just as much style and grace as easy times. Just because it’s in the other direction no sense in condemning a flavor of reality, that’s my point. Guilty of fostering misery, haven’t we all, I love mine, I can’t not love myself. Hate myself? Just run with it. If it looks good run with it, fuck I’m self-centered. Only for convenience though, I think. Existing in a little white fucking box anyway watch the video.