Dressing the Part
By Chris Munroe
My bowler hat, steam-punk goggles perched atop it, tilts rakishly across my brow, and my umbrella, handle twisted into a question mark, hangs jauntily from my arm in case of rain.
Black suit, black shirt, red bow tie around my throat, matching suspenders and I look sharp, if I do say so myself.
I almost nixed the monocle, but fuck it, I deserve the best.
And anyway, it matches my pocket watch.
I’m ready to take on that world.
Some might be uncomfortable going out attired thusly.
But not me…
…I’ve never had any problems with public displays of affectation.