mid-thirties is a funny age to realize you never grew out of your metalhead phase and that there's actually nothing stopping me from dressing the part, within reason
i've been joking about having a worksona called brad brad who is just a normal guy, but there might be a kernel of truth to that. i've been prioritizing being comfortable for many years, but i used to be a full goth when i was younger, and now i catch myself looking at alt fashion again like. what if.
maybe my ten year career goal will be becoming good enough as an accountant that i can return to my stylish roots and still be employable


















