this one get away.
Dreamt last night that a whole bunch of people really wanted to buy
"Cecil is my Homeboy" shirts, and they all were coming over to my house
to buy them. Men, women, young, old, all walks of life. They thought the
Cecil shirts were great. A hispanic family came and wanted to get one
for each family member, from ninos to abuelos, and I started to run out
of some sizes and colors, didn't have enough for all of them. Then Conan
O'Brien came and wanted to get one. I asked, really embarrassed, if I
could get a picture with him before he left. He answered
matter-of-factly, "Well, ya, that's what I was thinking we'd do." I was
also embarrassed/worried because we were running out, and I didn't think
we'd have one in his size.
I'm sure this dreams comes from there having been a strange resurgence
in T-shirt orders over the past couple weeks, and I am actually running
out of inventory.
Also, this gave me another idea for a shirt design and how to sell it. I
should do that ASAP. It'd be a huge hit. Let's just say it has something
to do with the Presidential Elections.
-Sent from Austin's phone.
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