I wear copious amounts of motherfucking treasure. My brain dissector says I like have some sort of Coding error. I dunno.

I wear grills, golden teeth covers all that go all over my clam crunchers. I want crowns but I'm poor as fuck.

An eye patch- I can't remember when that started, honestly. Must be a blind spot in my memory folder-

A monocle - I actually need this. I'm far sighted. Like, really far sighted in reading. Like. Seriously I can't even read menus from like 7 feet away even if the letters are big. I'm basically, motherfucking. Velma if she were a dude and had style, I mean-

A Waist jacket.

I stripe my hair red at the tip.

Also I'm white and have brown hair.

A day jacket of some sort. I used to sew two together to make like..two face like colors but I ended up losing a tooth over a fight over it. But that's cool because that how I learned I wanted some gold glowers when I lost my tooth.

I used to wear a cape when I was younger but some fucker with a fierce fury tried to strangle me with it in the playground. Of course, it wasn't like a real cape. It was a blanket I put big ass hole in a clamp at the front. Sometimes I substitute all my shit with a poncho.

Gloves and some light up sneakers.

Some folks are like...brother...ain't you all anxious about the audible hilarity by the ordinary audience. but you know...when I dressed normally enough. People laughed at me. When I dress fancy, people laugh at you. Respect don't come from what you wear, camouflage does.

I mean. How many motherfucking. men and mutants are on the internet that look normal as shit but are mocked and married to some across the globe gigglers. We're all someone joke brothers. So standards don't matter when they are more gooey than goosebumps props.