Requiem for a Blonde.


Khakis.
Not just khakis,
because they would not be original enough on their own...
but the guy even
ROLLED
THEM
UP.
You brought him into a local punk show and he worse ROLLED
UP
KHAKIS.
Good choice,
darlin'.
Good choice,
babe.
I tried to be good about it all.
I tried, for once I was the adult...
but you best not expect me not to laugh
when I see something as damned as that.
You know,
it appears to me all of a sudden that I don't know a damn thing...
God, is that ever refreshing news.

Back. Khakis... fuck, what a guy.