Parade is good. Parade has pants. Pants that are sometimes too expensive but feels good when you buy them like you are rich until they show up and you worry that you spent too much and they get a small tear from your grip tape but then remember that your job is a means to an end and money comes and goes but pants are essential even though you can just go to the thrift store like your seemingly more intelligent friend who is secretly jealous you occasionally spend more on looking and feeling flyer as f than them for a fleeting breath of your youth. Thanks to whoever Matt is for writing me that note on the invoice about enjoying wearing pants. I am enjoying wearing pants.