knock

Although I’m usually self-conscious anyways, being outside my house with my shirt off enhances that tendency quite a bit. I’ve been cleaning out my garage (as well as mowing the lawn, trimming the edges, installing a compost bin, and such) this week, so I figured I might as well fetch a tan while I do it. A lot of questions and thoughts keep running through my head.

I wonder if someone could complain because I don’t have a shirt on.

I wonder if my phoenix is visible from across the street.

I doubt people could tell it’s a phoenix from that far away.

I wonder if people think it’s a fake tattoo.

I wonder how many years it will be before I need to get it redone because of the fading.

I wonder what people think when they see a guy with no shirt and biking gloves standing on the sidewalk.

Hell, what do I think when I see that? Have I ever seen that? Why haven’t I seen that? It can’t be that uncommon.

Why should guys have to wear shirts? It’s not like our nipples are that fascinating or distracting. Shirts are so lame.

I love not wearing a shirt.

5 thoughts on “knock”

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  2. Ah! Concur with the lack-of-shirt! It depends on the person; there are some people who really ought to wear shirts. I suppose I can’t really expect them to wear shirts while the rest of us don’t, though. Ah well.

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