In the excitement of quitting my job at the rehab, I have lost all remaining rational thought. I'm eyeing a double-breasted suit.
And as I eye, I realize I don't know shin from shinola here. What's with all the buttons? What the heck am I looking at?
Please help a poor deluded sap who thinks getting a job at a newspaper will be easier on the nerves.
Selah,
Patrick
PS: Not much $ to spend - will be EBaying this one.
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"He wore a shaggy borsalino hat, a rough gray sports coat with white golf balls on it for buttons, a brown shirt, a yellow tie, pleated gray flannel slacks and alligator shoes with white explosions on the toes. From his outer breast pocket cascaded a show handkerchief of the same brilliant yellow as his tie. There were a couple of colored feathers tucked into the band of his hat, but he didn't really need them. Even on Central Avenue, not the quietest dressed street in the world, he looked about as inconspicuous as a tarantula on a slice of angel food."