No shirt I have ever worn has the sweet oils of basedness dripping off of it like this Swollace shirt. As soon as I pull this shirt on, I feel the spirit of White Boy Summer coursing through every fiber of cotton. I am reborn. I am alive with the blood of my ancestors and the power of the noon-day sun. My bone density improved. My heart-rate dropped. My lungs pulse with the anticipation of life and life more abundantly.
