When I first dated John I took offense when he asked me to not wear a black hoodie that had a skull on it because it would damage my claims of maturity. I was so mad. It wasn't like I was wearing something that was too tight or has BUNZ written on my ass. It was a special shirt Kenny gave me a long time ago. I still have it and wear it.
I'm used to people judging me based on what they see and thier own preconceved notions.
But now my car is under fire. Or my decal of Jazz. A skeleton. He doesn't look biker. He doesn't proclaim pirate. He's just Jazz. A part of Betty. Now seen as offensive.
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| Jazz, Betty's Backseat Driver |
I've given up everything. Must I go back to fuzzy dice? Jazz is more than a skull. He respresents my love of anthropology, of forensics. He is textbook beautiful. I can't plead a case on that though. And of course, Jazz is cool.
How dare I be cool?
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