And I didn’t need Dr. Robin’s Zasio standing over my ass and asking me what I plan to do with the bootleg cut jeans that are 4 inches too small for my waist. And fortunately, Matt Paxton didn’t have to come and say he found mouse poop in my house.
I did my shoes and coats the other day. That was pretty easy because so many of them were completely falling apart. No idea why I kept them.
As I told my friend Ed last night, sure there’s going to be a lot of poor people walking around in some bad 90s fashions. But you go to a tailor on the lower east side, and for five bucks they could bring these things into 2013.