One of my favorite customers is an old jazz pianist. He's super cool, travels the world, and is one of those people you could waste a day just shooting the shit with. One day he said, "Hey man, I've put on a few pounds and I have a closet full of suits that I know would fit you. Come over & check 'em out. I want you to have dibs before my asshole son-in-law grabs 'em!" I felt weird about it & told him thanks, but maybe he should keep the stuff in the family, but he insisted. "You won't regret it. You know me, man. This is good stuff! This isn't shit I'm talking about here."
So I go over there, and he insists that I take home 5 Zegna suits & an Armani tux. Definitely not shit.
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