Forgive all the strikethrough a.k.a under-handed snarkiness BUT!

I just about puked when I saw these new Jean-Michel Basquiat Reebok joints. Since all good things must be capitilzed and choked until it is no longer breathing and/or valid eventually end up floating into mainstream media, I must say I'm quite pleased with the finished product. For those of you who were born in the south (kidding!) Under a rock, Basquiat was a brilliant 20th century Neo-expressionist artist from Brooklyn who passed away in the late 80s.

His work is:

A. Everything that could be found in my nightmares as a child. OR
B. Filed the encyclopedia under "Is that called art or being bat-shit crazy?"

That being said, I have a birthday coming up so, uh... hinty-hint-hint.