||[Dec. 28th, 2009|07:30 pm]
|||||The Mourner's Bench||]|
Well, things have been quiet as a tomb around LJ since the Russians took over. On the theme of formerly communist states, allow me to present my latest absurd club outfit:
I am...CONTRADICTION MAN! West German forage cap, East German pimp coat and belt. I also have an Austrian bread bag..now all I need is a Swiss canteen carrier, a Luxembourg map case, and a Lichtensteinian bayonet and I will have completed a clean sweep of the German-speaking countries.
Yeah, I've been listening to lots of Death In June lately. Does it show?
I'm a rivethead so getups like this pose few problems at my bar, rather the opposite, but I tell you, walking home at 3am on Sunday morning through a gauntlet of staggering, hooting normals was a bit hair raising. I merely *appear* threatening, those types are the real menace.
But hey. It's not like I ever wanted to be friends with everyone.