That was who you were then Sam clad in a tie and one of those cheap boys’ suits you found in a store on 1st avenue at a close-out sale you tried on one after the other 5-7 dollars apiece and you bought six or seven with one thrown in for free it was as if you had found the treasury of some glorious bank which you then took home and tried on for your lover
Now Sam has a tie collection so large it takes up a whole closet ten white and three pink cotton shirts and a few off-white linens and perhaps a celestial blue the color of your faded jeans your shirts are lined up in the closet all with perfect collars buttoned just up under your chin and a collection of glorious hats these are your serious clothes to be worn with rich wool suits having outgrown the narrow cuts of boys for the richer drapes of material along the length of your thigh cut like the suits of the richest men you have a closet full of beautiful polished shoes and linen socks and just the right cotton underwear to fit your ample butt and thighs and skinny yellow belly
