The Haute Part of Town. . .
Strolling down Sixth Street near Main, was astonished to see how many trendoid/hipnoid clothing stores have sprouted up, the type where a simple shirt for hanging out is in the three figures..
Two mannequins filled a newly crisp window, one wearing an upscale tee that said in sweet, shiny studs: Haute Shit.
The other was wearing a matching black tee covered with rhinestoned peace symbols.
But somehow, it’s still the same old urban core.
As I marveled at the studs and sequins and the price tags, an elderly street person steamed by, shouting into his cell: No! I am NOT going to educate a fool! If she wants to throw away her money, I will not stop her!
WTF was that?
WTF – Was that a he/she fool?
tag “Synchronicity”?? “Poetry”??
Love your observations!