That Time a Jacket Saved My Personality
I'm stumbling out of a dive bar in downtown Chicago, wind howling like it's auditioning for a blues album, and my flimsy denim jacket decides it's done—rips right at the seam. Freezing my bits off, I spot this guy across the street, looking like he owns the night. mens brown leather jacket slung over his shoulders, not a shiver in sight. Boom....
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