kingtycoon | Know a Wizard By His Crazy Jacket

My ebay account is kind of crossed up and this got delivered to old Melchior - my once roommate in Euclid. He was very confused and kind of upset. "Hey man, what is this package from Uzbekistan at my house? I can't have this! I can't have this in my life!" That's kind of Melchior's way, he's... well he wants to be square. Isn't though. Anyhow, yes this package was there and I went to get it - it is sewn shut and sealed with wax.

I got there - climbing up the mile long hill and feeling - well, weak. I used to do that hill every day, twice sometimes. I was winded but not sweaty. No wonder I used to be thinner. Shit. I need more 30 degree grades in my life. I guess.

Anyhow, he was very curious about what was up with my package so I opened it up on his driveway to reveal what I kept referring to as my 'coats'.

"Dude, you got a wizard cloak and are calling it a coat."

Which is true.

An entire couch was murdered for this.

I wear this even as I type this missive into the aether.

Touch me not, for I am magi.

It's hard to tell with the colors - but I got two of these. $25 apiece. Seriously. Uzbekistan.

It's pretty nice but doesn't yet smell awesome. I wonder how I'm gonna clean these things.

And whether I am going to wear them one to the office Christmas party.

I'm very, very pleased, even though I faced some kind of transit fuckmess getting home and had to stand around in the cold for sort of a longass time.