in defence of leaving the house

i went to the grocery store this morning. i saw two different men in customized, or wacky hats.

1 - it was a dark/forest green baseball hat. what made me notice it was a brown - can really only describe it as a blob - stuffed thing sticking up out of one of the holes in the hat designed to let out head heat. then i noticed that there was all kinds of shit attached to it. buttons and a plush bee. bits of metal attached to the brim. he even had a little tiny disco ball hanging from the back that swung into his neck like a beautiful wrecking ball with every step he took. but it didn't wreck him. other then that he was dressed like a board member of ducks unlimited. his only freedom of expression his hat.

2 - the other wacky hat was on a man with a singular vision of fashion. he looked like what most people would call crazy. he had a grey striped shirt open to the waist, a silver chain on his chest, white pants and white shoes and he stood beside a bike spray painted white - wheels, chain, everything - and had wrapped his seat and back spokes in aluminum foil, giving the bike a futuristic/space age look. his hat was one of those straw types that look like a cowboy hat but are usually seen being worn by tourists in hot climates, or come free in a case of corona. the hat, like the bike, was white and he'd taken a silver christmas garland and wrapped it around the base of the part your head goes into and it rested on the brim. i thought, now here goes a motherfucker with some style.


some days give you more then enough reasons to love everything.