Footnotes on a life ill-lived #3.

¹ Onceago I gave these to Glen, for I was far too stylish for hoodies, and usually they made their way to Goodwill in fairly pristine condition, a nearly-endless string of size XXL blue sweatshirts with the words SONORA COLLEGE in orange or white block letters across the chest. They became quite prolific about Brooklyn, I suppose, and one day I had the surprising experience of encountering a 13-year-old kid in a flat-brimmed Yankees hat still adorned with its stickers, a pair of enormous jeans buckled quite literally just above his knees, and a Sonora College hooded sweatshirt that fit him rather like a muumuu might fit a mouse. I was so stunned by this that I suspect I stared at him for some time, because eventually he turned a befuddled face on me and said, “You want something, cracker?”