You love it here. You also just hit your third frost heave of the morning and spilled iced coffee across the dash, in February, because apparently we drink it cold year round like absolute psychopaths. That is the whole vibe: a state with a license plate that reads like a threat, 18 whole miles of coastline, and a mountain that holds the world record for trying to blow people off of it. Broken heart, zero regrets.
It is for everyone who pays no sales tax but pays in black flies, mud season, and tourists who drive 40 in the left lane during leaf season. You complain about it constantly. You would also fight anyone from the state below you for saying one word about it. Both things are true, and this shirt says the quiet part out loud.
Cut from soft, broken-in fabric with a smooth print that will not crack, peel, or quit on you like the heating oil guy in January. Comfortable enough for couch duty, sturdy enough for the hardware store run.
