Feb 12, 2004 15:29
I went to high school with this kid.
he seemed normal enough, i didnt really know him, but he seemed normal enough. Now he sits next to me a clean cut, well groomed, changed man. Gel i his hair and trimmed inoffensive facial hair.
i thought yuppies were extinct. He is the model of a young professional. Clean pressed white linnen shirt, leather bound note pad holder, bursting with well organized and efficent notes. A well matched tie of various dark colours and geometric shapes. Suit jacket carefully hung on the back of his seat. I havent looked at his shoes yet, but i be they're loafers. or italian. or italian loafers. it looks like all his clothing is name brand. This kid, i think his name is Casey (Kasey?) looks like a walking Gap ad for their new winter line, aimed at the lucritive market of young bussiness minded gentlemen. He sits there with his good posture and attentive look. Staring at his bottle of imported spring water, i begin to pity him and the life he has decided to live
if you can call that living. if you can call that a life
::black:dress:shoes::look:italian::