A 313 POMMADE
I remember it clearly. I woke up like I do e'ryday except that on this particular day I would look in the mirror and not recognize the face that looked back at me. Damn. I looked old. It scared me.
I read everything I could get my eyeballs on which led me to a youtube video of A PRODUCT I ALREADY HAD in that drawer that everyone keeps of shit they impulsively bought but never used. I was 'bout to have myself a face party and I was ecstatic. Face Cream was about to solve all my problems.
It looks real clinical as if those Parisians like butt ointment on their face but SHIT IF IT DON'T WORK GUYS. And it's thirty bones. THIRTY. Get it.