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I arrived at work, stepped out of the car, took a couple steps, and thought, What the hell is that slapping noise? I looked down and discovered I had left the house wearing my ratty old Reef flip flops. More, I dont know what I dressed for, but it wasnt to spend the day working as any sort of professional. Im sporting: bed head, stubble, a pair of rural-Texas-cop sized mirrored aviator sunglasses tucked up in my messy blond hair, a Fuct heavy industrials tee, and ratty, baggy jeans.

My look, however, prompted Hot Marketing Girl to regale me with stories about her switch between punk (replete with bondage pants and fetish shoes) to goth (which would allow her to look somewhat professionalif decadent). I explained that Id rocked the minimalist preppy jock look ever since my parents would let me buy my own clothes to rock.

Now Im ensconced in my private office, writing some code, and listening to Cypress Hills Dr. Greenthumb (who could imagine someone so white and non-stoner would love Cypress Hill?).

Hows your day?