The cave I live in is so small that few people outside of it understand the humor of slipping on a pair of skinny jeans. I was held on trail Friday and Saturday night at two different parties. One in 15 jurist knew my Halloween costume was a parody of poser bike messengers who litter coffee shops of the US. One juror asked if I was a lumberjack and the rest cried witch. What is wrong with these people? Ok judge, light the fire and get it over with, my skinny jeans are starting to itch.
Those in the know, got it. Those not in the know, well they never do.
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