I got this sweater in Austin, Texas at a heavy discount (I think the price had been reduced three times). It is ill-fitting and made for someone twice my size, but also cozy and comforting. I mostly wore it around the apartment but one chilly day I bundled myself up in it and walked up the hill to the grocery store. I was crossing the street and this guy driving by stuck his head out the window and yelled: "Nice sweater!" and I had the beginnings of a smile on my face and was about to say "Thank you!" when he added: "YOU FREAK!"Here are a couple reasons why I disagree with his statement: I feel as though wearing this sweater in Austin, Texas might be freakish since it is normally very hot, but San Francisco is cold and wet and it seems appropriate. Also, I lived in The Tenderloin at this time, and for every three people you pass in the TL, one is bat-shit crazy. There is a man who dresses like a Geisha and paints his face white and draws huge, jagged lips over his mouth and shuffles around pulling on his hair, talking to himself. That kind of crazy. So, I really took issue with this guy singling me out to call me a freak. I sadly bought my bread and peanut butter and sadly walked back down the hill. I told Mark what happened and he started laughing, and then I laughed, too. But I still kind of wished that guy had crashed his car. What was he doing looking out the window and calling people freaks when he was driving?!
THE END, a photo by Dill Pixels on Flickr.
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