To those five grown men who were staring at me mockingly yesterday evening when I came into Superquinn Blackrock with my bowler hat on, looking at me like I was some type of window licker, I could see you. I'm not blind. And your almost "pitying" looks towards me did not go unnoticed. But I don't give a fuck. I don't expect balding men in fleeces with middle-aged spread to like what I wear. I liked it, so turn to the guy to the left of you, lick your middle finger of your right hand, and shove it up his ass. Yes. I said it.
Yours lovingly, as always,
Living In Wonderland xo