This is unedited. Return sometime later to see how my edited writing looks compared to the initial vomiting.
I’m not a
cheapskate. I’ve splurged on meaningful things. I bought a nice set
of congas, an expensive riqq drum, a hand made custon lefthanded
flamenco guitar. For my kids I got a Burley bicycle trailer, an
Osprey Poco child backpack carrier that looks like a fucking
astronaut backpack with my kid in it.
This is all nice
shit. So… What happened with my clothes? The nicest suit I have is
my Mariachi outfit. But right now I’m wearing a tshirt that says
Daytona on it, and it’s color is what I can only call neon peach. I
don’t give a shit about Daytona (don’t have anything against it
either). My ex mother in law gave it to me. I’m also wearing pair
of shorts that she gave me.
A lot of my clothes
I don’t even know how they got there. I remember buying some of
them. Once at Khols and Dilards like 8 years ago. The rest is from
Costco. Sometimes I go into Costco dressed from head to toe in
clothes that I bought there. It’s like if a whale ate a fish, and
the fish escaped with whale slime all over it, then returned back to
the whales mouth (that doesn’t quite work does it?). Anyhow, I
don’t feel bad at all walking around Costco in a full Costco
wardrobe. The way I see it is that I can dress however I want, I’m
a dad.
One more thing. A
good portion of my clothes are old. Good quality, but some I’ve had
for a decade, maybe two. And, a good portion of my clothes stinks.
It’s this fucking smell that I’ve tried everything short of acid
to get out of them after having left them damp in the washing machine
for too long. I presume most people would throw the clothes away.
But, not me. Some neurotic folks who participate in the moral
olypmics would probably give them to Good Will. But, come on. You’re
gonna give someone some stinky ass clothes?
So… WHY don’t I
get rid of the clothes that stinks!!? I STINK WHEN I WEAR THEM. It’s
probably one of those “I was a child of The Depression” type of
thing. Everything about the clothes is fine, perhaps a tad faded, but
buttons in place, collars not twisted, and comfortable material. My
solution? When I’m gonna do something where I’m not gonna be
close to people, like sit at the coffee shop by myself writing.
That’s when I’ll wear it. It sounds like a good solution doesn’t
it? BUT, sometimes in my house the clothes smell fine, and it’s not
until I go out into the humidity that the scent of Florida fabric
lets loose. (I can’t believe I’m letting you read this shit.)
Anyhow. I think it’s
time. It’s time to throw all the questionable wardrobe away. Not
curse any poor soul at Good Will with them. I should make a bonfire
and toss them in one by one, giving thanks to Thailand, China, the
Philipine Islands for their labor.
But, I’m somewhat
terrified by the question. What will I wear next? How much will it
cost? HOW SHOULD I DRESS? Should I wear my Mariachi outfit all the
time? Haha.
There’s a guy
sitting at the table next to me who looks like he should be sailing a
boat from Yacht Club to Yacht Club. There’s a man at another table…
Geez, well at least I’m not doing THAT bad.
I’m 44. I wanna
dress 44. How does a 44 year old Mexican American musician/dad with a
propensity for culture dress? Like Costco apparently.
It’s time for some
new threads.
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