Please put on a new pair of Edwin jeans, washed once and dried in the sun. Stand in the middle of your living room wearing nothing but the jeans, legs bowed slightly, feet forming a shambolic V and thumbs hooked in the front pockets. Tilt your head back and frown at the unbearable coolness of how good you look. If only she could see you now. Is it even possible that you can look this good? Then say, "I'm gonna see what I look like wearing nothing but these ever-loving jeans and drinking that can of Bossccino I picked up in Chitose Funabashi." On the way to the fridge, where you stored the coffee, catch your reflection in the sliding-glass-door window and give yourself a curt nod.

Grab the can and stand back in front of the window. Twist off the top and take an expert sip, letting your tongue kind of flit around to enhance its ability to detect all the subtle flavors that a canned coffee named Bossccino promises to deliver. As disappointment fills your mouth (because dammit, all this stuff tastes the same!), look yourself deep in the eyes and slowly shake your head and realize that you can look quite menacing when you want to. A little crazed, even.

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