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It’s getting hot as fuck where I’m at right now, but I will write about these Buzz Rickson USAAF A-10 Winter Flying Gloves (available in rust-red knit, camel tan, and brown) nonetheless, suffocatingly high temperatures almost certainly caused by climate change to which human activity almost certainly contributes be damned. These gloves are of noteworthy legitimacy, the A-10 form dating all the way back to 1938. The rust-red and brown colorways are historically accurate and the camel brown, despite the A-10 never having been produced for military use in that particular color, are immensely buttery. Like slathered in movie theater butter flavored topping (which is actually a voluptuous mix of partially hydrogenated soybean oil, beta carotene, tertiary butylhydroquinone, polydimethylsiloxane, and artificial butter flavors). I’d throw some Flavacol on those gloves and go to town. I really want to go to the movies now. Man, my powers of self-persuasion are inordinately strong. It’s a source of unending amazement to me, how easily I make myself bend to my own will. It’s almost like I’m exhibiting some form of self...control? Madness. I am controlled by no man. Not even myself. I scoff at the very idea of such control. Stand back and avert your gaze, for my scoff is awesome and dangerous. It is a raucous, cacophonous scoff. Somewhere, there is a lost Burroughs essay about the magnitude of my scoff. “His scoff will write ‘apocalypse’ across the sky”, the writer likely mused in that hypothetical text. Burroughs might’ve enjoyed these gloves. I can’t speak for his sartorial sensibilities, aside from his evident love of suits, but these gloves are great and everyone should enjoy them. Hey guys, props to me: I managed to make it through this entire leather glove-related post without mentioning Orenthal James Simpson or the double homicide he committed. Oh, shit. Whoops -RB
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