Thursday, February 4, 2010
Right now I smell like artificial mint flavoring, cheap aftershave, and aerosol deodorant. I smell like the sort of man who wears khakis and a polo shirt, not because he has to for work, but all of the time, because he chooses to. I smell like I should be eating Buffalo wings at Hooters, drinking bad beer and watching televised sports. I smell like I have a 401K, a nice car, an obedient wife and no thoughts of my own. I smell like the self-righteous lies of a Christian man in a porn store. I don’t smell the way I look, behave, feel, or live.