Old Skool Joe: Come on man, I sold all of the T-shirts now give me some money.

Pinkerous: Then where is the money?

Old Skool Joe: What money?

Pinkerous: The money from the T-shirts!

Old Skool Joe: Well after Doris took her cut, I got hungry, so I shot over to the taco spot. People were really digging the designs. Nobody really understands what a fake magazine is, I’m like I don’t even know, lady give me the money so I can get this X-Box.

Pinkerous: You can’t be serious right now. The answer is not only no, but hell no! As a matter of fact, no more street sales. Those red hat ladies have too much pull in this town. We are not paying any more of their taxes. Everything has to be digital

Old Skool Joe: Well… that’s not my department, you said all I had to do was rap, smoke weed and watch TV. You said we would never have to do this kind of shit again. We sold T-shirts in the eighties, remember. I will admit that our gear is pretty fresh. I do like seeing myself on products again. It’s about time for the world to get reintroduced to the legend that is Old Skool Joe.

Pinkerous: You do have a strange cult-like following.

Old Skool Joe: We could go tic for tac about cults, but that is a topic for another day. But you’re right, anyone rocking the Old Skool Joe gear has to be authentic. Only the real ones know about the legend of Old Skool Joe. If you want something different, something that only the real underground hip-hop heads will know. Then check out the shop and grab something today!

Pinkerous: You did it!

Old Skool Joe: Did what?