Growing up in a family without any strong religious affiliation, I was always searching for something to ground me--- a sense of community and guidelines that I could trust in when s*** hit the fan. Thankfully, after moving to New York, I discovered brunch. Brunch did not judge, or say no to a 5th round of mimosas. Brunch encouraged open discussion of the previous night’s debauchery over heavenly eggs benedict. Consider this Pyknic shirt a symbol of my devout practice.
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