Why We Thugs

As many of you may be aware, I, Joseph Dang, am the biggest rebel/delinquent/sikkunt out and one of my most recent crimes involved being escorted from a building by security for the bad ass crime of taking photos. Unfazed by this display of draconian tyranny, I proceeded to exit in the most glamorous fashion possible. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, please refer to Exhibit A.

Exhibit A

Suspect #1:
Vintage Dior button up
Edwin jeans
Sperry Top-sider shoes

I was actually quite shocked given the fact that I had preemptively decked myself out in a more conservative outfit to avoid arousing suspicion. Nothing screams clean-cut catholic school boy more than a polka dot button up shirt. I guess the security guard was unfazed. It just seems though that I can't go anywhere without my bitch-face setting off alarm bells in people's heads. Or maybe its because I've lived in the ghetto area of Sydney my whole entire life and can't seem to escape it. You can take the boy out of the ghetto but you can't take the ghetto out of the boy.

So now you know my bitch-face is a product of my surroundings. It'll explain why I've always been able to freely walk home at night without getting shanked and/or curbstomped. The journey home is one filled with danger at every corner, passing multiple past crime scenes. I am really Thug4lyf. And obviously the other half of my fullysickcrew, Lola Li, was repping the gang with her gold chain necklace. The spikes doubled as weapons (Exhibit B).

Watch out Bra Boys and Hells Angels, we're coming after you. In full force, with our under-cuts and impeccable style.

Suspect #2:
ASOS polo neck crop top
Evil Twin velvet shorts
Life with Bird cardigan
Senso boots
Vintage sunglasses
DIY necklace

Exhibit B