Walking out of the store with a twinge of buyer’s remorse, I slid the sunglasses on my face. A few seconds later, I paid more than $200 for the pair, too shocked to realize what was happening. I tried on a pair, loved the look, and agreed to take them without even looking at the price tag (pro tip: don’t ever do that). The salesperson told me the brand was Italian and the name meant “for the sun.” How appropriate. One of the displays looked a little unfamiliar––in a good way. They had the usual Oakleys, Ray-Bans, and the like, but something else caught my eye. One evening, a store in Del Mar lured me in with a window full of sunglasses. I was too cheap to pay for internet, TV, or furniture, so I didn’t have anything better to do than ride my motorcycle and explore new places until it was late enough to crash on the twin mattress laying on my apartment floor. As a young Marine, I spent my limited free time wandering around the beach villages of southern California.
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