Hats

I'm one for beanies and knitted basket hats of earthtones, faded greens and dull orange. It must be knitted. I don't wear caps. I like those old 'news boy' things. Oh, and an abbreviated brim is an absolute requirement. I buy them from little holes in the wall or online.

They are very much a part of my image. Among all the wonderful, free spirited things that I embody, I am quite the stoner. Mix that in with DJing. Add a little trance. Sprinkle in sleeve tattoos. Stir with ego until uniformly smooth. Set to bake in Southern California until golden brown. Set out to cool. It comes out looking like a black, fitted dress shirt, dark brown, pinstripped slacks, black socks, black dress shoes, a fetching girl hoodie, a beanie or short-brim basket, sideburns down to the neck and a light chin beard.

Image really is nearly everything in the initial phase. I didn't always admit it to myself. The people who snivel about there being more important things than physicality are right. But what's their point? Ask one next time.

Jam it back in, in the dark.