a story about unrealistic body image for dudes:
When i was in LA, about a week before i left, I saw Velvet Revolver. I resorted to my child like state of amazement at Slash, my first big guitar hero. The music was good, not great, but it impacted me in a serious way. I felt totally uncool. These guys weighed like 90 lbs each, and all had badass clothes on, all former GNR members in leather pants. I had had enough, the next day, having recently graduated from college, i decided to buy myself a present. So, in hollywood fashion, I cruised down melrose to the vintage clothing venues, in search of the prize. After a bit, i stumbled upon them. To the dressing room i went, instilled with fear that i was too fat. Lo and Behold, they fit! BOO YA! For 50$, i owned a pair of brown leather pants, the real thing, theyre pretty much raw hide on the inside.
When i arrived home, i told my roomate and his crazy ass girlfriend to wait outside, they knew exactly what i had done, since the VR was all i talked about. And from that point on, i was no longer without leather pants.
The thing is, you cant wear them often. For one, they are pretty comfortable, unless you have to sit, walk, take the stairs, turn, kick something, pretty much anything other than standing straight up. They are also like 200 degrees. Leather, as seen in that Friends episode, really does not breathe.
But sometimes you have to take one for the team. Having acquired the afore mentioned Thunderbird Bass, in true Nikki Sixx style, i must adorn the pants in the NY state capital. If i do not return you will know why.
So what if you think i’m totally uncool and refuse to be seen with me, I’ll still have the pants