leather_pants johnny west I bought a pair today (my first). Expensive buggers, but they sure are comfortable. The only word that adequately describes the way I feel in them is "yummy". I love 'em! 010327 ... nocturnal hmm, they always looked pretty uncomfy to me. kinda wanted them anyway though. but I'm cheap and I just know I'd look like an idiot in them, so I will probably never have any. 010327 ... birdmad if i looked now the way i did when i was twenty, i would buy myself a pair (but i could never wear them here in the summer) a leather coat is always good, from halloween to the first of march though. 010327 ... green_tenedril i was watching a band last summer, a talented outfit called killingtheoldman, but... i started to smell leather about half way through the show, and being in the front, i noticed that the bassist and the lead guitarist were both wearing leather pants. it had rained earlier that day and i guess smells were more potent and we were outside under a tent and i could smell their leather pants. hmmm. 010429 ... raze i don't think there's any way they would fit me now. maybe. you_never_know. they're in a box in the basement somewhere, smelling like twenty years of neglect. those pants are what led me here. or at least they're what led me to the blue place, and that's where i met liz, and she brought me here. i wore them to high_school a few times just for something to do. usually when i was performing and i wanted to feel dangerous. in grade twelve i was supposed to shadow someone for a month and learn everything i could about them. then i was supposed to write and perform a monologue in which i became that person. that was my final exam for drama class. a character study. i didn't know who i wanted to be. i asked adam. we were friendly. i liked him. i thought he was interesting. he said he was up for it. but it felt weird. i didn't want to eavesdrop on someone else's life. navigating my own was hard enough. i didn't shadow him. i didn't write anything. the day i had to perform my monologue, i had nothing. i thought i'd take a zero. i'd done well in the class up to that point, but i didn't care about school anymore. i didn't want to act. i didn't want to read or write. i just wanted it to be over. most nights instead of doing my homework i would sit at the computer and lose myself in the blue_and_red. i went out of my way to fail my last english class because i didn't like the teacher and she didn't like my writing. she passed me anyway. i couldn't even do that right. when i was waking up, i looked in my bedroom closet and saw my leather pants. that did it. i knew what to do. i would be my stepfather. i'd shadowed him against my will for ten years. i knew his mannerisms. i knew his voice. i knew how his mind worked. i would be him, but i would be a version of him that never existed. a version that had long hair and wore leather pants and orange-tinted aviator shades. my drama teacher didn't know anything about my stepfather. he didn't know anything about me either. i could invent whatever i wanted. i brought my favourite stuffed animal with me as my only prop. it was oliver the cat from the disney movie "oliver & company". i set oliver down on a chair facing the audience. i stood behind him and improvised a monologue that was an amalgam of all the talks my stepfather gave me over the years. i massaged oliver's shoulders. i made him me. i told him how stupid he was. i told him he would never amount to anything. i told him i was telling him these things for his own good. to make him a better person. i told him everything i told myself every day, with all the tenderness i could scrape from my guts. i got a perfect mark. 211101 what's it to you? who go blather from