I wonder what went thru my head when I bought brown pants.

I’m guessing something along the lines of: “I’ll just trow on an orange shirt and look like a reject first-year project titled ‘a shitty rug for my feral dog’ by a failing student of the Moscow Design Institute in the YOOL 1970.”

Brown. That’s the color poop is made of. And British food, but I repeat myself.

Should I get into advertising?