Like A Cholo.

Marty Rule: Don't trust anyone whose clothes fit perfectly. Never, ever. The reason I firmly believe this rule is because a person who spends all of their time and money on "fashion," probably doesn't invest much time in themselves. I really find it laughable when people think their latest outfit is some sort of crown that should be bowed down to. Read a goddamn book. And Vogue doesn't count. Not even as a picture book.

"Check out my hat yo, peep the way I wear it." I should let it be known that I was wearing big glasses before Jay-Z was cool e

nough to marry Beyo

nce

. On the real.

Anyways, I'm also a firm believer it's not always the clothes you wear, it's how you wear them. Now I'm not saying that everyone can get away with wearing R. Kelly's wardrobe. Shit, I don't think anyone but him can get away with some of the stuff he wears. But I am saying that confidence trumps all. Look at Larry David. The guy has a great sense of personal style, no matter how lame you think his clothes are. Also, he probably doesn't really care. Either way, if I want to wear my shirt like a Cholo, let me. I'm just doin' Marty right now. You just do you.

Amazing. Formula for success = Black+Handsome+Sings+Rich. Formula for working retail = Yellow/Brown+Little+Complains+Pretty Poor.

"I just really had to go."

Some model dick (male version of "model chick") was peepin' the way I rock my corduroy button-up. He'll be on board in no time. And that will be just another reason for me to hate him.