Unless you have been living under a rock, you have seen the droopy pants boys.
You may even have some of them living in your house.
One size fits all.
I see them out and about.
But mostly, I see them while Coach is watching Cops or one of the other various prison shows he enjoys.
I think this style is REDICULOUS.
Really, IT is absurd.
Have you ever seen anyone trying to run in droopy pants?
I could pass them in a heartbeat.
Carrying a baby.
And holding a glass of wine.
Not that I would ever do those two things at the same time.
I would put the baby down before running.
I have this one pair of jeans. GAP jeans.
They fit me. But only for about 5 minutes.
Then they are falling down.
I hate wearing a belt. It is constricting to me.
So, when no one is around. And I am wearing my gap jeans…
And I get lazy.
And I don’t bother to pull them up.
It is a weird feeling.
And a liberating feeling too.
For a while.
I waltz about the house, full-on droopy.
I start to get a sort of ‘gaunt’ walk.
You know, with a major attitude.
Don’t mess with me. dawg.
I put on an Eminem CD. FULL blast.
I am agitated. I am a little angry.
I am doing a bit of ‘fist-pumping’ in the air.
I have a sharp object in my hand…
then I realize…
I am scrapbooking.
I am quickly snapped back to reality.
I am not on cops. I am not part of a prison break.
I am not walking the ‘hood.
I am in the craft room of my suburban house.
I am a normal person wearing baggy pants, having hallucinations.
I have to get rid of these pants.