I went over to this girl I’m seeing on the regular’s place the weekend after she got back from a trip to NY. She was excited to tell me about her trip and her little adventures. I did the whole act like I cared thing and listened but was there to score the free pregame drinks and pass time till I banged. She admires my taste in female fashion since she knows I grew up surrounded with women and have strong opinions when it comes to their fashion sense. Then she lit up and went to her closet and came back with her prize purchase from her trip. She reached deep into a black bag and pulled out a Louis Vuitton handbag. I simply smirked and said nice purse. Already knowing the answer I went ahead and asked, “is it realâ€. louis-vuitton-handbags.jpg “No, silly†she replied. The real one cost about $1,200, she then went into the production history of her knock off LV like a Andy Warhol owner describing the ownership lineage of acquired piece. “This one was made in the same factory as the real ones are made. You see the factories stay open 24 hours and during the day the group that makes the real LV bags works their shifts and then at night a second group comes and and uses the same material to create the knock off bags†(Chinese LV Elves). Pushing the bag in my face, “of course you can tell right here and here the stitching is slightly off and over here the side the Louis Vuitton has this R logo above the name but in the store the real one had France (or maybe it was Paris) instead of the R.†Along with the production history she also went into telling me the story of purchasing the bag. How she had to go to Chinatown and ended up meeting this Spanish dude on the street that made her follow him into some dark alley ways where Chinese ladies wore long black coats and lifted up their arms to reveal Cartier Watches on one hand and Tiffany bracelets on the other. Finally she met the HCBIC (Head Chinese Bitch In Charge) who didn’t actually have the bag but provided her with a pamphlet to pick from and once she picked the HCBIC made a call and told them to go to another street to pick it up. In the end, all and all the whole thing finally cost her $85. When the whole story was done, shorty just paused and I could have sworn a lone single tear rolled down her cheek. You would have thought the bitch was telling a story of how her great great grandfather broke out of a Nazi death camp and fought his way home from behind enemy lines in WWII to be reunited with his family.