On a Saturday, I walk down to the Mecca the same way I do most every day. This is the day when at least one person comments on my hair or clothes or tattoos. Never fails.

The agreed assumption that I’m not out of place because “hey, it’s Seattle”. If that’s the case, why am I still the only one? In the future I’m plan to randomly comment on how great khaki pants are with all the sincerity I can muster.