Michael R. Pischak

I like to square up in my clod-hoppin hate-stompers. There the perfect mix of comfort and pragmatism. Lt. Dan always had two rules, and one of them was take care of your feet. If it's hot, I’ll wear a sadist-beater under my shirt in case I sweat too much. T-shirts are the billboard/AIM/Facebook and temporary tattoo of the digital age. Some go deep as the roots of the oldest tree. Others so deep they reach the depths of obscurity in which scuba gear is the accustomed attire. Some mold their undying life philosophies on the pulse of a T-shirt. My personal favorite right now is my 1988 Nakatomi Christmas Party T-shirt. A gift from my sister for Christmas. Damn does she get me. Show me an obscure movie reference and he will come With The denim I like anything comfortable that doesn't feel like the apron they put on your junk before an x-ray. Painted on tightness is something I'll never understand as the boys obviously need room to breathe. I can't imagine they are comfortable on women but as Vonnegut says, “so it goes”. I also don't like looking like I just walked out of an MC Hammer video. Give me a room with four stoic walls, I don't need a mansion. NOTE: Digression is the key to discovery.