I’m not sure if I’ve ever had a style that one could cramp. As a teenager, I went by the general style of “get away with anything I can,” yet nothing in particular sticks out much. I didn’t smoke or do drugs, and by the time I started drinking, my mother had stopped. So the water in the booze to keep the level up went unnoticed. I think it might have ended up being so watered down that even I didn’t bother with it.
My style now amounts to being alone as much as possible so I can work. Oooh, I’m such a party animal in my old age. đ In fact nothing cramps my style any more as much as actual cramps do. And believe me, my walk has style for the first few minutes in the morning.
Now, just don’t get between me and my coffee. Or I’ll cramp your style.
*waves and limps off into the sunset*

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