Vile raiment. In plain English. Absolutely vile. Awful clothing. Just picture it. Stinking filthy. Nothing matches. Stripes in one direction; plaid in another. Surely you've seen it. On the subway. Begging on the street corner. Huddled up for a bit of warmth in the corner of the public library in winter with the million years old threadbare coat. The ancient bag lady pouring 10 packets of sugar into the McDonald's coffee in the booth that has become her second home to the streets. The sugar w...
Published on November 26, 2014 13:46