I adorned myself in brown dress shoes. And that’s it.
Blue neon basketball shorts gripped my waist. A green-black plaided shirt flapped loosely in the breeze from my torso.
Now. I doubt you’re fashion-minded, Bill. So. This might seem irrelevevant to you.
But I assure you. It’s not.
I’ve been spending 15 minutes each morning freaking out over what clothes to wear. By wearing this… I challenged that habit.
“What the fuck are you wearing?” said one of my coworkers.
Yeah. It was that bad.