Three things this morning came together that I'm afraid might be telling me something.
I'm finishing up ANANSI BOYS, and the green fedora hat really struck me. I was standing on the train, and I saw my reflection in the window, and I realized, wow, you're 39 years old now. Do you think it's time you stopped trying to pull off 4 earrings? Then I looked over, and there was a man wearing a jaunty bowler. The world is saying it...
Maybe it's time to trade in my earrings and become a hat guy. You know, one of those old man hats that you have to buy from a men's hat shop. One you have to be fitted for. No more Kangol for me.
You know what? Nah... forget it! I'm fighting it. I will die an old man, and everyone will whisper, 'He always dressed so age-inappropriate.' Bury me in Hollister.
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Why choose? Personally, the fedora and the four earrings couldn't read more "fey-and-loving-it," To me. So what the hell? Keep the 'rings, and get the damn hat, and carry a cane, and wear spats while you're at it, and a monocle, and a purple effing short-cape, and address everyone as "Messirs".
But don't wear big, Elton John Sunglasses.
That would be silly. I would then be embarrassed for you.
Age is nothing. Image is everything. Image is nothing. Spirit is everything.
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