You Don't Know Jax

When it comes to clothing I am a boarder-line hoarder.  Not like the Hoarders on A&E where they find they household pets bones under the couch, but like a chic hoarder where all my clothes are neatly organized and displayed.  A few years ago I had a roommate who later would be a reality TV star.  While he lived with me, I noticed things go missing.  [Side note, I am basically a detective; nothing gets past me.]  Something wasn't adding up...his checks were always bouncing (when he would attempt to pay me) food would go missing, my (expensive) products were running out at an excessive pace... He never worked...He had to go!  When he moved out, maybe he thought I was moving out too because that bitch stole all my stuff!  I later see him on a little TV show called Vanderpump Rules wearing all my clothes!  You put a sweater on a jackass and it's still a JAXass...  I feel like it's trashy to name, names...Luckily, I'm trash, "Jax Taylor" was the roommate.  Karma worked out pretty slick in this case, he showed the world what a d-bag he is, on national television.  I wear this vintage KISS shirt for you Jax Taylor, you can KISS my ASS.  #StopMakingStupidPeopleFamous

Hat Neff // Sunglasses Gentle Monster // Tshirt LAG Vintage // Jacket Vintage // Jeans Levis // Shoes Nike Oreo