Oooooh...get him!

This is me in one of the suits I bought in Vietnam. It's only in the cold light of day outside of the dimly lit Vietnamese shop interior and away from the high pressure sales techniques of the staff that I realise how shoddy the workmanship is on the both of them. The leather jacket I bought is slightly better. Actually, once the creases come out (if they ever do...they were crammed in a small box for about four months) and worn with a decent shirt as opposed to the laughable free ones I was given I think they may look better.
Still, I could of skipped the suits and jacket and had sex with roughly 17 Vietnamese prostitutes for the same price instead. If that wasnt morally indefensible of course.