I went to The Goodwill to buy some cheap work pants.  

Looking at the rows and rows of work pants in one Goodwill, then picturing the rows and rows of work pants in all the Goodwills, Salvation Armies, and all second hand stores gave me reason to muse.  

The brighter side of myself things maybe the person got fat and left his skinny work pants to buy new ones. Maybe he found a new job where he could wear whatever the hell he wanted.  

The grayer side of myself ponders how many dead mans pants am I looking at. How many men have lived in work pants their whole lives and now here are the remnants left by family or friends. These work pants left by dead men awaiting a whole new generation to live and die in them.  

I'm sitting in a hair salon. I decided to drop in instead of calling. Because that's how I do. I hate waiting. I hate it. Maybe that comes from not having a car since 2014. Maybe I've always have been that way.  

Ive always walked when the shit hits the fan. If people dare me to walk I will. I hate waiting for rides. I know I've talked about this before. But calling for rides, or asking for rides bothers the hell out of me.  

Maybe that's the reason why I don't have people take me to parties. I can't  stand waiting to leave. Waiting for the designated driver to be done. Or even being forced to stay over night 

That's another excuse coming from my self imposed exhile.  

Other than that may make a quickie podcast for Thursday.   

I did drop two podcasts on Monday. The first is my New Years eve spectacular. The second was a podcast I recorded back in December.  

Happy New Year  

Take care  

-E-