Got a gig making handmade notebooks for a renaissance fair and was told to wear old clothes, so I put on some of my remaining men’s regalia... 36 waist jeans and xl Hanes T-shirt. Black shirt jeans shoes jacket.
I forgot how fucking big these pockets were. I can fit my whole hand and a third of my forearm into the front pockets. Was in a rush and forgot my belt so these big ass jeans are falling off my ass and I think that’s what really brought me back. Men’s jeans never fit my hips right.
I actually got wistful for my days of being an avoidant weird dude with mild sociopathic tendencies. This suit of I don’t give a fuck armor is something I truly miss the literal comfort of.
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