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March 23, 2005

SOOO close.

ThatŐs right folks, another train story. I love the train. I could spend hours on the train just observing people and making up background stories for them. Well, enough about me, On with the show. Standing on the platform waiting for the train, I spy a totally hooded-out kid. Might be in his early 20Ős, but I doubt it. ItŐs so hard to guess the age of kids nowadays --damn those nuclear reactors! Well, he is dressed in all black from head to toe. Standard black fitted baseball cap, Sony behind the ear headphones -- itŐs black cord slithering into the oversized pocket of his XXL black hooded sweatshirt that ended somewhere about his knees. Not an abundance of facial piercings, but the standards. And black Converse peaking out from the most enormous pants I have ever seen. You know the ones that look like they need a summer at fat camp? Huge pockets, not one where it belonged (within reach) but somewhere around the crook of his knees. Bright red stitching crisscrossing and zigzagging madly around the denim surface. Pockets and seams all accented with silver rivets. In addition, riveted-down silver rings that had been crossed stitched as if their purpose was to hold fast while the wearer towed a Yukon with the emergency break on. Standing next to my sister, I gave the secret "brother-sister" look. She slowly and discretely turned to see the digs (little shout-out to the SisŐ for the discretion, Some folk 'll get you shot.) The young man, as if on cue, turns around to reveal the bag slung across his chest and brushing against his calves. IT MATCHED -- black denim, red cross stitching, rivets, and tow rings. I would have let him get away with his whole counter-culture gear, but if you donŐt care then donŐt care. Matching your bag with your pants is something my sister would do (she is so stylish) and that makes it a murse. I want to buy the mythos you are selling, and I would have, but the matching bag -- that I cannot take seriously. Besides-- I say this and date myself-- the whole thing smacked of the Michael Jackson BAD jacket, you know the one. And did anyone really buy him as bad?

Posted by Kwaku at March 23, 2005 3:01 PM

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Hmmm. I can't resist this one. That matching murse reminds me of the guy that wears a band-type ring on the 3rd finger of the left hand (though he isn't married), just so he can create "symmetry" with the ring on the right hand. Go figure.

Posted by: Embrownny at March 23, 2005 9:41 PM

You got me. The person she is talking about is me. I wear a ring on each ring finger, when asked for the reason I always say symmetry. Let me now come clean. My wonder twin powers donŐt work so well if the rings on the other finger. If I need an ice bridge I canŐt risk tuning into a bucket of water.

Posted by: Kwaku at March 24, 2005 10:50 AM

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