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I know you are all thinking, “I never see trucker hats around here anymore.” Well, in a little place called Kent, OH, I have not been so lucky. On my four-month hiatus away from Brooklyn to finish school, I’ve seen enough of them to give hat hair to the occupants of a small country. Hey, truck drivers are pretty sweet, if you think about it. They sleep, like never, get to travel across the country and transport cool shit like explosives and baked goods. As for the kids around here who are constantly trying to make them fashionable, it’s not working. Unless you drive a truck to finance your fraternity, sorority and/or douche bag membership, they are unacceptable. Oh wait, I take that back; for anyone who can’t stay awake at the wheel for 48 hours and doesn’t eat apple pie at Gertrude’s diner, it’s unacceptable.
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I stole my first pair of platforms from the Spice Bus in 1997 when Anglophilia was all the rage. Collector of vintage bags, vinyl and kitchen appliances. My dream of becoming a butcher is momentarily on hiatus so I can teach you how to wear muumuus and apply false eyelashes. Follow me on Twitter @CrystlMeatballs.