The Coat

Today was cold. Very cold. Which got my mind wandering on the way home, as it often does. But today, it wandered to a specific remnant of my past, "The Coat." See, "The Coat" was not just a jacket, like the current olive drab military surplus jacket I generally rock, or the peacoat I where when compelled to look fresh to death. This coat was a knee length shearling with a big-ass collar. When I wore it, I felt like some sort of cross between Shaft and some guy climbing Everest in the 1940s. It had belonged
to my Uncle Stan, who is about 6'3", and the tallest person on either side of my family (clearly he's not blood, as I descend from midgets). At some point in the past, as Uncle Stan had grown quite comfortable, he offered the coat to my Dad, my tallest blood relative, who stands a mere 5'10", somewhat towering over me. My Dad could not refuse this coat, despite the fact that he felt ridiculous in it. So it sat in the closet for years, until the day I came upon it in all its beige, dusty glory. I took it to college and wore it from time to time, encouraging cries of "Justin, that looks great," and "Son, you look absurd." In fact, I believe Brian at some point or another gave me a "Dude...you look...ridiculous" in the halting way he exclaims things. Sadly, my mother threw out the coat, something which I may never forgive. But today, and the freezing cold, penetrating my coat and scarf and hat and gloves, made me reminisce a little bit...cue the theme from Superfly.

In Other Entertaining News
A friend of mine in DC, in med school, at a well-respected Jesuit university who would prefer to remain anonymous, remarked that this girl he met at a party hadn't returned his call or two from about two weeks back. He mused about whether or not it was time yet to tear up her business card that she had given him to use it as filter tips for joints. I, of course, said why not. Ladies and gentlemen, this man may one day be your neurologist. And I'm sure he'll kick ass at it.

Time to keep listening to the Mountain Brothers' "Paper Chase." I never get tired of this shit.

This is how we chill from '93 til...
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