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God help me. Has my life really come to this?

It could be worse I suppose. I sit here writing to you now, officially becoming a part of the blogging universe. Blog…the very word used to piss me off. To tell you the truth, it still does. But hey, isn’t that what life’s all about. This is after all America, the land of golden opportunity. The land where four morons piled into a shopping cart can crash into a parked car and make millions with hundreds of thousands (if not more) internet hits. Yes- the internet…the world wide web I mean, not the thing on the inside of your bathing suit…

However, I suppose we all must evolve. Maybe this is me accepting the fact that the world as we know it is changing. More likely however, this was recommended to me by my therapist as a way for me to bitch and complain enough to avoid another anxiety attack. I guess we’ll never know.

Let’s get down to brass tax here. My good friend and I started this small Boston based clothing company. This poor excuse for a pile of prose is how we’re going to tell you about it. You don’t have to read it…we’d like you too…it can’t hurt my ever-dwindling self esteem. We’re both going to contribute, mainly because neither one of use fully trusts the other one. Ultimately I’d like to raise a digital glass too the good life.

What is J. Newbury you ask? J. Newbury was founded when two Boston guys met while working at a bar in the Back Bay. It was founded on the belief that life was better before cell phones and a constant barrage of emails. We strongly believe that everything should be done proudly with care and craftsmanship. We celebrate a timeless American style with modern responsibilities towards limiting waste and increasing eco-friendly behavior. Above all however, we like to have a good time.

Cheers,

J. Newbury