So I was at my friend's screenprinting warehouse in Madison, Wisconsin a couple years ago and there was a leftover hat from a job—and I remember I grabbed some bleedy red marker-pen thing and scribbled "My Hat" across it without much thought. I wore it around. When I got back to Chicago, Michael Zhou—one of the owners of Made Chicago, an urban-wear store—asked me about it. And that night someone in a bar offered to buy it off me for $50. I decided to keep my hands on it. And ordered stock to make more. Which I've been doing. Slowly. This pic isn't of me, it's a friend who swiped my hat when we were dancing at this club (I remember I spilled vodka tonic on my camera that night, der). Yeah, so she's wearing my hat. My Hat. Hey, that's my hat! Hey, that's My Hat. I'm laughing right now, it's all kind of retarded isn't it.
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