I was going through old emails tonight, clearing out shit that was old enough to vote, when I stumbled across a few pictures I’d forgotten about taking. I ran across this fella at work one day and was instantly drawn to the sheer machismo vibe his jacket was giving off; it may as well have been glowing. Anyway, feast your eyes on the greatest jacket ever to be worn by a human, as photographed by a shitty cellphone camera unworthy of such a spectacle:

The owner of the Sting jacket samples some tunes. Wrestling entrance themes, maybe?

A nice close-up of the Sting jacket in all of its glory.

Usually one only runs into something so incredible but once in a lifetime, but as luck would have it, as I deposited my paycheck one day (before I made use of the wonder that is direct-deposit), the Sting jacket made its presence felt at the bank:

It’s as if the Sting jacket is saying “Fuck yeah, I want my check cashed…WHOOO!”

The owner of the Shroud of Sting takin’ care of business. If I’d been better prepared, I would have donated a buck to get one of the charity hearts on the wall, naming it, of course, in his honor (as “Sting Jacket,” obviously).