Hi, how's it going? I'm Justin. I live in Brooklyn and design at Bangs Singed
Yesterday I left muggy Carroll Gardens and headed to Elizabeth’s new house for a little Sunday night chill-out. I remembered to bring cigars but forgot both a cutter and a lighter. A cutter was dug up (the circular kind that bores out a hole, my second favorite, not the more common guillotine style which I don’t like) but not a match stick could be tracked down in the entire house. Unacceptable.
Turns out gas stoves are useful for more than just toasting marshmallows on forks. I lean in to light up my maduro and head to the back yard to enjoy some Heinekin Light. Imagine my surprise when Elizabeth pointed out that I had singed my bangs (which, for those who haven’t seen me lately, have become quite long.)
I think it’s time to go back to Freeman’s.
