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Don't bullshit me -- I know you fuck with these Hakama shorts from Maharishi just as hard as I do, because it would be unthinkable to do otherwise. I don't even like shorts, but I love these ones. That is an inconsistent stance and I do not care. I've never been to Cape Cod myself, but I suggest you wear these joints on your next trip up there. And while I'm sure these shorts would work equally well on Martha's Vineyard or Nantucket, those places are not part of this fantasy, so let's set them aside. What do you with your time on the Cape? Seal watching at Race Point Beach? People watching on Commercial Street? A buddy of mine used to go up to the Cape to cheat on his girlfriend. I guess he did other things too, but the bulk of his stories centered on infidelity. To be honest, I don't think he would have worn these shorts back then. I don't know what he wears now. Is it weird to still consider someone a friend when you haven't seen him in the better part of a decade? It's not like the separation is totally intentional. It's accidental. Gradual. Sometimes it's downright tectonic. But eventually you look around and realize that they've moved on. If you're lucky, you've moved on too. If not, maybe you should try it. Move to a new apartment, in a new part of town. Move to a new job. Move to a new city and start wearing new, different types of shorts. The possibilities are practically limitless, except for all the limits -RB
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