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So It Goes

No irony here. No halloween dress-up. People really dress like this.

I tell myself that. Then I deny it. No, it can’t be.

It isn’t possible anyone would think to themselves, “You know, my spikey hair and muscle-t look would go so much better with a rolled up bandana tube right through the middle of my forehead.”

But it explains it all. Just like Buckaroo Banzai says: wherever you go, there you are. It is a tautological truism.

Or, at least, it explains why I drink. And why smiles on army blondes keep me going.