The adventures of "shirtless leather vest" dude

I am back. I thought that I did not have much to say and I guess that I do not, but there is something that has to be said. I was down at the waterfront on Saturday with the wife and son. It was a beautiful day and we were headed to the Distillery district. Only one problem, my wife suggestted it but when I asked where it was she did not have a clue. We ended up at Lower Jarvis by St. Lawrence Market and walked along Lake Shore. We went the wrong way so walked towards the Island Ferry docks and sat at the edge of Lake Ontario. It was beautiful so not reaching the destination was not an issue. Besides, life is about the journey not the destination.

Think about it. We all know the destination in this life is really death. We are all gonna go. To quote Curtis Mayfield (he of "Move on up" fame) "If there's a hell below, we all gonna go." Happy thought there, huh? Anyway, we know the destination so what makes life, life? The damn journey. The path of life we wind is what matters. You make it whether you choose it consciously or not, but believe me, as if I am the trustworthy or learned one, you do make the choices. To quote Rush "and if you choose not to decide, then you still have made a choice". Who knew how much wisdom there is to be found in North American popular music. De doo doo dooo de dah dah dah, maybe that gibberish has meaning. On second thought, no it does not.

Back to the boardwalk, we were sitting there when a number of people were walking by. I like to watch the people, you know the human freak show. It happened again. I am sitting minding my own business and two women, one toddler and a man pushing the empty stroller walk by. I look at the guy and am taken by his attire. He has on what have to be like a white terry yoga pants (or capris given the length) and the, best part, a leather vest without a shirt. What the fuck is up with that? I said to my wife. I did not say that to my son because he would be too loud and then I would have to defend myself against a shirtless freak in a leather vest. I am not sure how that sort of thing would turn out. I mean I could have doubled over in laughter, which would have meant a sure shit kicking of me, or I could have watched "shirtless leather vest fight me for his honor. Again, I am not sure he could have regained his dignity, at least in my eyes and those are the only ones that count, you know that, by putting a beating on me. I mean he would still be "shirtless leather vest" guy and nothing will change that. How did his wife/girlfriend let him out of the house like that?

I mean if you want to show off your buff arms, by all means. Just don't do it by being "shirtless leather vest". Is that too much to ask? I am not trying to take away his individuality. He just has to try something less absurd. He was a dude no doubt about that. Anyway, I am done for today. Ciao!