Category: Diane Rinella

Peter eyes his swanky and incredibly dated jacket and fluffs the frills on his sleeves. Outside the window stands a guy in a tattered grey hoodie and cut-offs that slide down to his hips, thus exposing the plaid glory of his boxers. “Damn pity. If I’d known what crimes I’d be exposed to under the guise of fashion, I may have very well stayed dead.