Yesterday I was in the checkout line at Bristol Farms where I was witness to the bleeding edge of male fashion. He says to me ‘Oh where did you find that?’ about some grey salt I was buying. And as I turned around to point to the aisle and laid eyes upon this earthly incarnation of god’s glory – the angels did sing. His keen sense of style was disorienting while my brain processed the ensemble before me and began to comprehend the details: a Malibu Beach t-shirt tucked into vertical striped boxer shorts. Black socks and dress shoes complimented by a white canvas man purse. No pants and a shirt tucked into his boxers with dress shoes and purse. I’ve had my moments but when confronted with such greatness its hard not to get a little weepy.

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