Most of us wear fewer clothes in warm weather and a lot of guys out and about go shirtless. I’m not one of them. I can’t help but notice that there are some guys not wearing shirts who should be more like me.
There’s a guy in my neighborhood who doesn’t like to wear a shirt even when it’s cool outside. I wish the hell he would.
I’m sorry—don’t mean to be mean, but the guy is fat. Sorry, he’s just too fat to go without a shirt.
Sometimes I’ll go outside my apartment building to smoke a cigarette, will go out to the sidewalk and relax against the fence. If he’s out, he’ll want to stop and talk for a bit.
I can’t focus in on what he’s talking about. I’m focused in on his stomach, on his fat. I feel like telling him to put a damn shirt on.
Currently, he’s the only reason I have to look forward to winter.
(Photo found on Google)