I used to really, really admire the steve lam. He seemed to have his own style, and not care what any­one else thought. I wanted to hang out with him, get to under­stand him bet­ter, maybe be a lit­tle more like him. I even bought him lunch once (he chose a club sand­wich from the cafe­te­ria), although one time we almost shared a bag of roasted peanuts while stand­ing next to a vend­ing machine.

I’m a lit­tle dis­ap­pointed. Sure, he prob­a­bly still doesn’t care what other peo­ple think, and he has really cool hair that I want SO BADLY, but now it seems like he’s caught up in the whole “indie new york rocker” image.

Image.

That’s what’s wrong with this picture.