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.