First things first...somehow, the stomach gods gave me a pass the other night. After shoveling meat, cheese and beer down my gullet for 4 days, I thought for sure I was going to wake up with the cold sweats. That's always the first warning sign for me when I push my innards to the limits.
The next two signs are throwing up and drooling. Luckily it never came to that.
But enough about my guts.
At my last job, my boss talked about a photographer that took pictures of whatever lost or tossed clothing he would see on the street. Ever since, I've been kinda on the lookout for random clothes when I'm lurking around. People somehow lose some crazy clothes in public; tighty-whitey underwear, tube socks, dress pants, high-heeled shoes, whatever.
Naturally, I wondered about the story behind these leftover and lost clothes. When I couldn't come up with an answer, I turned to the Gonz. He put something on my internets that explains it all:
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