A Day in The Cruz

Hi drunk lady walking down the middle of our street. That is quite a get up you have on. I can't bring myself to say "outfit" because well, look at you. You probably got dressed drunk, right? Don't you know that is a sure-fire way for a clothing disaster? And really, the forty ounce in the plastic bag? How cliche of you!



Oh! Are you tired from all your boozing and stumbling around the neighborhood? Why don't you take a load off on my neighbor's stoop. They won't mind. I am sure their big black dog won't maim you. He seems friendly. That's right, soak up some rays. You are looking a little peaked.





Going so soon? But you only rested for a minute or so. (Barely affording me a chance to snap your photo.) I have to say, I really love how you have improvised with that shawl wrapped around your waist. That green dress thing doesn't show off your curves so you've snagged a shawl and made it define your waist. Excellent idea. Too bad it emphasizes the saggy fact that your breasts droop to your waist.




I almost forgot to mention how much I like your head wrap. It does wonders for hiding the grays, not to mention dirty hair. Unfortunately, it makes you look a lot like Sam Kinison. Was that the look you were going for? Yes? Ok then, score one for you!






Hey Sam, I can't let you go without saying that those shoes, while clearly worn for comfort and not fashion, look a bit beat up. Your ensemble calls for sandals at the very least. Please make a note of that for the next time you take a drunk walk down my street. Thanks, Sam. I knew you'd understand.


Be careful out there, Sam. It's a mad, mad world.