Ludic Dreams

I have an odd fixation on a particular bit of clothing. It is very odd, and it has only crawled out of my subconscious after seeing it repeatedly in a familiar setting. Namely, it is the tweed jacket. Specifically, it is the leather elbow patches of the tweed jacket.

Why, I found myself asking….myself. Why these? Are they some subconscious power thing? Some sort of standard? Are they slimming? Do I want to look like the Doctor? I know not; but I know some.

Well, it had been completely erased from my mind until this afternoon. The Family had decided to go out to eat – we where all over the place today, so we where meeting there in two separate cars. When I arrived, I saw my mother had a glass of wine and was laughing at various things. I smiled for two reasons; one, she would laugh like a hyena at any mild joke. But two, it means I would get to drive home, a wonderful passtime of mine – just taking the long roads, to hell with the gas prices.

In the course of our meal, my mother mentioned charity work she hoped to accomplish, and mentioned the opening of a new goodwill store in the area. I put down my macaroni and cheese-covered-fork and turned like a man who has heard another confess to murder.

“Goodwill store?”

she nodded.

Within minutes, my plate was empty, and I awaited the check to come- the muted ‘all clear’ telling me I could bolt now.

And bolt I did, to that store, and there on the shelf- the only one- it lay waiting for me. $9.99, and by got it fit me like a [used] glove. I put in on the plastic, and when the woman moved it to the bag, I stopped her.

“No need.” I smirked. ” I am going to wear this puppy out.“

So, in pure adolescent fashion, I present to you an awkward self-pic of me, my new awesome jacket, and the elbow pads to match.
Doc.

Elbow-jacket Cage match for the Title.

Bring it.

-A F K