Alright so I just put on a suit, what of it. I don't wear it nearly enough. All of a sudden here I am on the bed with no pants on, naked, actually, trying to put on a pair of black socks and pull the suit from the closet. Only the third or fourth time I've worn it. A good suit needs to see the light of day. Dark of night. Right now it is 11 pm, and I just changed a pair of shorts and a t-shirt to this suit, no tie, white shirt, clean. Why did I do this. I do not know an answer in words, but what I do know is that it feels really nice to put a suit on late at night for no other reason than to put a suit on late at night. I have a tie that costs three times what you paid for the Christmas present you got your mother last year, but that is still in the closet. It's nice, black and white all checkered and such. It won't save you and it won't save the planet from whatever it is the planet is experiencing at this moment in time, but, but, goddamn if I don't look like a pimp in it when I have the suit and the tie, and god help me a lit cigarette in my maw. Goddamn if I will not change the moment I find myself in. If by no other method than by my very dress. I don't really look like a pimp. I am better than a pimp. A pimp bows to me and I kiss his hand out of respect. My apologies to the God-fearing for my blasphemies.
I can not wait until October, and then the summer will be gone. Gray skies and cold rainy weather, I love you more than I can ever convey.
