In my defense, I was left unsupervised for minutes. That’s basically an invitation for chaos. This hat is what happens when responsibility clocks out early and vibes take over. The second it landed on my head, I knew: any poor decisions made while wearing it are not my fault. They belong to the hat now.
This SnapBack gives off strong “I was told not to touch anything” energy. It’s vintage. It’s funny. It looks like it’s seen things and survived purely on audacity. Wearing it makes me feel like I should be holding a gas station coffee and explaining a story that starts with “So I had an idea…” and ends with silence and regret.
Let the record show: I tried to behave. But this hat didn’t want peace—it wanted stories. It wanted side quests. It wanted me to say yes to things I absolutely should have Googled first. If you see me wearing it again, please understand: supervision failed me once, and history is clearly repeating itself.
