The other day at uni I bumped into Brad Spiel, my old friend from primary school. Unlike most kids in primary school who have the same name and thus don't like each other, Brad and I were good friends for most of the early days of Primary school. Then we drifted apart and I think Brad thought we were fighting about both having the same first name but I was like "Nah, man, it's cool, I'm Bradley". Then in 1996 he went to a new school and I was Brad once more!
Anyway, I saw him on Thursday, which is the day I dress the worst for uni. I mean, it's four days into the week, so I haven't shaved since the weekend or at best Tuesday night for day shift. It was raining on Thursday morning when I got up so I didn't put much effort into my dress. I was wearing unclean baggy jeans, a t-shirt, my black "it's cold today no time for style" hobo jacket and because i'd been too lazy to do my hair that day I was wearing a hat. My Japanese "Wet Dreams" hat. As well as the aforementioned facial hair. I was in humanities at the time, but Brad must've thought I was a bum/IT Student.