Friday, October 3, 2008
...And The Horse You Rode In On WTH Style
Some days just suck, and I knew this one would when I slept through my alarm.
Last night sucked as well, and it's just carried straight on through.
The death of my friend and mentor BKD has rattled me a little more than I care to admit, and the rest of life then dutifully tumbled into lockstep with a series of bush-league disasters and calamities that seem worse than they probably are.
And the hitch is that I cannot do a single solitary blessed thing about any of it...
Except get dressed and go to work.
This is where the Trad or Ivy Style really comes in handy - as armor. Anybody I encounter today will know intuitively that I mean business. (Even if I don't.)
In Dockers and a golf shirt, I'd just be Morty the Mook.
Feeling blue but going greenish, and fuck 'em if they can't take a joke.
Posted by Patrick at 2:54 PM