to find something to wear.
At the time I had no clue about
clothes. My idea of fashion was a
brand of clothing called
Powerhouse. It was the kind of stuff
weight lifters wear down in Miami
or out at Venice Beach, baggy track
pants with baggy sweatshirts. The
logo was a cartoon of this giant
bodybuilding bulldog wearing
wraparound sunglasses and
smoking a cigar and flexing his
muscles. On the pants he was
flexing all the way down your leg.
On the shirt he was flexing across
your chest. On the underwear, he
was flexing on your crotch. I