Nothing gives me more chills then the mere thought of the much hyped Justice hoopla in MSG on March 11th. I'm a fan man, I swear, I've completely obliterated any previous associations with crosses for that of what ever the fuck the French duo has put into my psyche. Now, leather jackets, cigarette puffs and ass-shaking is all I expect from any s.o.b who's walking down the street with a cross tattoo on their forearm (or ass cheeks, cause even then, I peeped that, those jeans tight enough?).
If you see X&Y round the way, tell'em there's some hopeless kid, down in Brooklyn, smashing her brains out to New Jack.
flicky cred: CobraSnake