I want a cape.
A red cape like Superman’s
Think about it.
There is no accessory more appropriate for Spring 2009 than a cape.
It takes Superhero powers these days just for me to get out of the bed.
I could be the Caped Cod (Holy Mackerel!).
A cape would be comforting, like macaroni and cheese without all the calories.
It may inspire me to do good deeds. Maybe.
If fashioned correctly a cape would cover my ever-expanding ass.
Nothing could say, “Back the hell off “like a cape.
Evildoers and scary homeless guys would fear me.
I will fight shitheadery wherever it lurks.
I am not so sure about ducking in to a phone booth to change clothes because phone booths are disgusting and not easy to find… I’ll have to work on that.
I know what you are thinking.
Please, no comments about it matching my tin foil hat.