Belt
Certainly in a city with 8 million people you see some unusual stuff from time to time, regardless of how early in the morning it might be.
And this morning was no exception.
I was walking behind a drunk man at about 5 a.m on my way into work. There is a police station a block west of my office, and there's some construction going on there, so those saw horses are out in front and a path between two of them is blocked by yellow police crime-scene tape.
The drunk guy stopped there, ripped a few feet of the yellow tape off for himself, and started to walk away. When I returned my gaze on him a moment later, he was snaking the tape through the loops of his fancy denim shorts. Yes, he was using police tape as a belt at 5 in the morning.
Until I moved to the fashion capital of the world, I had no idea how important it is to accessorize.
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2 Comments:
What did you expect? With the rents the way they are in this town, you have to cut a few corners here and there.
I'm hip. This man is an innovator. He's the Sam Wyche of drunks.
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