This
jacket made me kill a great white shark with my bare hands. This price for a
jacket you say is too much to pay? I say, HA! The smell of raw, earthy cool, seeped into my veins as soon as I draped its swarthy cloth over my grotesque and appalling figure. Then, like a miracle, a ray of sunlight hit my face, as though I had been kissed by the angels themselves. My body now melded with the threads of this impossibly garment, as though I where some unearthly king. Everywhere I go, bathing in the glory of this
jacket, I now can truly state that I am, a man. A
Jack Spade man.