Today, I look like such a bro that I can scarcely believe it.
I’ve got on a backward Red Sox fitted cap, a good four days’ worth of beard growth, and a somewhat oversized plaid flannel shirt that I’m wearing unbuttoned over a t-shirt.
I feel like if i went somewhere looking like this, and there were people my age around, they might talk to me on account of my apparent brostrosity.
It makes me want to drink twenty beers and smoke a thousand cigarettes.
That’s for a number of reasons, though.