sat silentbob He sat in his easy chair sewing the patch onto his navy blue button-up shirt. it wasn't a patch to mend a hole, or a patch to display winnings. it was a patch for the purpose of a patch, which he wore from then on and when people asked what it was for, he didn't give an explanation. he didn't need one. it was his private satisfaction, comfortable in the knowledge that his urge was complete. 050822 what's it to you? who go blather from