Saturday, August 01, 2009


A friend said he liked the smell of thrift store clothes. It is a distinct smell. A cocktail of High Karate cologne, Pinaud Clubman talc, and dad sweat. The kind of sweat that comes from weeks of fretting over a promotion or unemployment or a secretaries olive toned nylons gathering three wrinkles deep at the ankles as you deliver fresh spirits for the ditto machine.

No comments:

About Me

My photo
St. Augustine, Florida, United States
I spill ink ,it collects here.