WHO THE FUCK IS NORMAN YEUNG?
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	"Norms, ya gotta get a shirt like that," Gareth said with a drunken grin, pointing at the picture with a wandering finger. "'Sup?" I shuffled back. Girls with assymetrical bangs and Value Village treasures tried to squeeze past us. Me 'n Gareth were clogging the stairs at Stone's Place in Parkdale, oblivious to hipsters, consumed by the photo. I'd been up and down these stairs thousands of times, fully liquored, spastically danced, leaving with women and more often without, and I'd never given the photo of Keith Richards more than a smirk. "You totally gotta buy a shirt like that." I stared at the photo and Keith snarled back a big fuck-you of a challenge. "Naw man," I said to Gareth, "I'm gonna make a shirt like that." Keith kept snarling at me, taunting me with his hoodie and T-shirt: WHO THE FUCK IS MICK JAGGER?
	WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS T-SHIRT? You want this shirt? It comes like this: BLACK with WHITE text WHITE with BLACK text RED with WHITE text SIZE? Tell me. I'll make it happen. PRICE? $XXX USD/CAD. That's $XXX American or Canadian funds. SHIPPING? You pay for it. We'll figure out how much. You want this shirt.
	NOTE: The price of the shirt will be confirmed soon. Please inquire any way and I'll tell you something.
	WHO THE FUCK IS NORMAN YEUNG? A postering mission in New York City GARETH IN WASHROOM A commercial MR. MAN ON AVENUE A A commercial TEXT A plan