I need a new look. I’ve been wearing the same beard and overalls since the days of Yonder, and I’m thinking its about time to shed some of these old feathers.
My mother has always told me if I ever decided to carry an empty cup downtown I would make a killing with the change.

But the problems been I’ve never been a dresser; not even remotely fashion inclined. I’ve never cared for clothes that way. Fashion’s always been to hard to follow: today Tyra’s wearing *Pip* tomorrow she’ll be wearing *Pop*, who has time to keep up! Please understand I’ll enchant and bedazzle when necessary but I’ve arranged my lifestyle to never require such a wardrobe. I think my best outfit is when I’m naked but I’d be fined and arrested had I aspire to look my best everyday. Chicago wouldn’t understand.

So what I’ve done is stay modest. Very modest. I’ve been shuffling around Chicago in the same kicks for 3 years now. Of course neither shoe has a sole, and they’re both sporting a reputable mark that looks somewhat like a hole but they walk comfortably for having serviced me a billion miles of sidewalk.
I think being beautiful on the inside was more my focus. <------ which is such a lie!!!

I told this one guy, who was normally use to seeing me on special occasions up to par, that, after he caught me roaming Chicago in less than adequate attire did he approached me later to remind me just how inadequate I looked that, upon him punctuating his sentence: Ken, you looked homeless (Period) did I remind him that the beauty of my spirit has always and forever out weighed the beauty of my face. *snap*

Sure that was crock of Hippie shit but the ideas were valid, beauty should come from within and shine outwards versus you finding it on sale.

I’m poor!! I can’t afford prada shoes! And even if I could I’m really afraid of being conceited. Its easy to fall in that whole Diva-Fag-MeLLoDramatic mindset. RomiE had taken me shopping ONCE and I RUINED the entire dressing room snapping my fingers at the attendants, demanding to see more. More, damn YOU!!!

Diva! I don’t think the earth could handle me.

What I need to do is begin small, purchasing only the staples of a good wardrobe—the necessities…the needs. Starting with underwear. I want a good collection of underwear cuz I don’t have any. I’ve worn my little man-panties so thin they’re sheer. So that’s where I’mma begin.

I’m thinking boots, I’m thinking coats, I’m thinking T’s and Polo’s, I’m thinking Marshalls and Tj Maxx! I’m thinking FootLocker, 2 pair for $89.99.

Lets see what happens.