MALLRAT CONFIDENTIAL

We’re the original latchkey kids who never really left the mall—we just swapped payphones for smartphones. The food court is now a craft brewery, and the arcade? It’s called EPCOT on a Tuesday. MALLRAT CONFIDENTIAL is where analog angst crashes into digital overload. We didn’t grow out of neon nostalgia, mixtapes, or hair bands—we just upgraded the stereo. Still rocking our concert tees and beat-up Chucks—only now, we review them, resell them, and maybe wear them to PTA meetings.