Dear Colab Maestros.
I'm a Canadian out in Calgary Alberta who's contacting you guys to apologize that as per the inscription on the earpiece of my Perks and Mini x Colab Weiner peepers, "Breaking up is hard to do..." I've literally be broken up from my favourite shades.
Long story short...
I was rocking the above dopest peepers ever, cruising on my bike on a nice sunny day on a wooded bike trail when some punk kids decided to frickin' try to take my frickin' head off with a branch right in the temple. Thankfully my Colabs took the brunt of saved my eyeball from shooting through the back of my head, but needless to say the glasses got f'd up even more as I face-planted from the impact so said branch. Was out cold. Then to make matters worst, as I came to with a messed up face, crooked/busted glasses, a broken wrist these midget hooligans as they had the nerve to wait around to taunt and laugh at me as they were about to steal my bike. Needless to say, I went primal and unleashed some whoop ass with a pair of crooked Colabs hanging from my noggin' forcing these pussies scattered like pansies, but leaving me to stumble out of the woods with my bike with some very un-hipster facial skin missing around a crimson leaking crush orbital area.
So without a doubt Colabs were the dopest sunglasses I ever ran on my non-bridged Asian nose and I truly apologize that due to the above tragedy and punk-ass actions of some punk-ass kids I'll no longer be able to not rep your peepers on the streets of Calgary anymore. I got the hookup in San Fran and was stoked. Now I'm just sunglass broke. Either way the Doc, mother nature and the man upstairs need to fix my face first. Till then I"m pretty much hooped for wooing the ladies and job interviews. :(
Anyways hoping that with this creative/pathetic tale of misery and triumph I could possibly get in your good graces and possibly somehow be bestowed with the opportunity to grace my Igor'ed face some new Colab peepers to hide the whoop ass that was laid on me. As you can see from the pic I'm not looking so groomsman-like for the wedding that I have coming up. Nevertheless...I understand that if you can't oblige, but please feel free to blog or use my tale as a marketing reminder to all those impressionable minds out there that these are perfect Colab words to live by, "Dope sunglasses can save your ass!" You need to inscribed on the ear stalk of your next creation. Seriously.
Anyways that's all I got. Off to find a skin-graft bank that'll make me pretty again.
Yours truly all banged up, messed up and mourning loss of his shades...
:. Nando .:
