I'll break something, I swear to God! Maybe one of Newton's laws. You've got all the distance of uncertainty simmering in your drawers.
—Jim Teacher in "Mad Flo" Considering the many enthusiastic responses I've received in reference to last week's suit entry, it seems I should write about suits more often. And so: I looked up from my sturdy book to find an unusually large number of suits riding this morning's train. They surrounded me, whistled and winked at me, wagged their pinstriped fingers at me, raised their padded shoulders, flapped their skinny lapels, and laughed at me, ha ha ha. They all looked fabulous, laughing, ha ha ha. Congratulations to them. Where, sirs, do you shop? Who, may I ask, is your tailor? And how do you make your living?
I leaned back into the dirty subway seat, holding tight to my sturdy book, and looked myself over. I thought about breaking something, and then I thought again. In my faded Levi's, white Hanes t-shirt, and kind of blue blazer, I felt pretty good.
—Jim Teacher in "Mad Flo" Considering the many enthusiastic responses I've received in reference to last week's suit entry, it seems I should write about suits more often. And so: I looked up from my sturdy book to find an unusually large number of suits riding this morning's train. They surrounded me, whistled and winked at me, wagged their pinstriped fingers at me, raised their padded shoulders, flapped their skinny lapels, and laughed at me, ha ha ha. They all looked fabulous, laughing, ha ha ha. Congratulations to them. Where, sirs, do you shop? Who, may I ask, is your tailor? And how do you make your living?
