Always Funky Fresh – The Blog v2.0

When I was younger, my mom took me to Delancey Street to buy a fresh Members Only leather. I was still in elementary school and as soon as mom haggled the guy for a lowest price (cause you NEVER pay full price!), we hopped on the train and headed home. That was on the weekend and I just knew that on Monday, I was gonna be “fresh to def” with the new jacket, a crisp pair of Lee’s with the permanent crease and my blue suede Pumas that I just hooked up with the big fat white laces. Done deal. The girlies would flock…….

Day 1 …..  ”ooooooooh Fresh, you got the fresh leather jacket. You get all the new gear”

Day 3 ….. “yooooooooooo Fresh’s Pumas stay clean. You must get new pair every week. You must be rich”

Of course, as a youngin’, I just basked in the limelight. Fresh clothes. Best looking girl was my girlfriend. Everything is kosher right?

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I don’t know what you people out there in blogloand do for a living or a paycheck but part of your boy Funky Fresh job description is to represent the CSS at a trade show.

BOOOO-RING. Trade shows suck.

People don’t care about your products or services. They just want your damn goodies. Pens, gadgets, balls. Whatever. If the shit lights up, you will have a million and one people at your booth asking for your shit. We had janitors coming up to us asking us for stuff for their kids and pets. In the beginning you shun people like that off but by the last day and the last hour, with your feet hurting and you’re tired of wearing the same royal blue shirt with your company logo on it, you just start giving shit away to anybody that’s breathing. You don’t want to have to ship or carry that crap back to HQ.

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