I’m Ivy League Educated, You Ski in Jeans
I should be in a magazine
I summer in the Hamptons. I smoke cigars. I valet. Think I give a shit what you think? I have a trust fund. You shop at Marshall’s.
I know, I am good looking. Saw your girl drooling when I flexed while paying the bar keep. Sucks being cut bro. Hey you can borrow my chest from 8th grade if you’d like.
Arrogant? No this is confidence. The kind of confidence acquired from astute years of putting others down, and finger sandwiches in Martha’s Vineyard.
You wear Polo? Well la-di-fucking-da, I play polo.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to finish my beer broseph and continue judging you.
