As I was putting on my dress shirt I noticed something different about one of the buttons of my shirt.
One of the buttons seemed to have a different color threading then the rest of the threading of the buttons on my shirt.
My first reaction to this situation was to think back to time when I bought the shirt, did the shirt come like this or did I replace the threading of the button at sometime. I remembered shortly after that I had never replace the button and the shirt was actually a recent purchase.
My second reaction was to imagine the loneliness of the button and how it must have been ridiculed by the other buttons this whole time and that even though it served its purpose for which it was made, perhaps that this might have caused some insecurities to develop with in.
The threading of the other buttons were grey well that last button was red. This was a obvious problem for me. I mean how can the manufacture make this type of mistake and be so careless of its design!
Dam you Abercrombie and Fitch! Look at this monstrous creation you created on my shirt! Why does this one button have to suffer this deformity because of your insufficient methods of mass producing a product! Dam you third world country sweat shop children that caused this atrocity, make sure next time you have enough grey thread!
"Poor button, don't worry I am going take you to tailor and replace that thread back to grey so your brothers and sisters won't make fun of you!"
After a moment of having these thoughts my mind soon shifted to another preposterous thought.
What if the red button was the Alpha Male of all the other buttons. What if instead of the button being ridiculed it was praised and looked upon as the King of My shirt.
I mean after all it was the last button, the button that if you didn't button up and you looked at me you would see my huge belly.
Could it be that this red button was the chosen button. The one button that would lead all the other buttons to salvation.
My mind shifted again and I imagined at night when I was asleep and in my closet a magical event occurred which all the other buttons on my shirt gathered and cheered as a spot light shined on the red button right before it walked up to a podium to address the citizens of Eric's shirt.
Zip......... The sound of my pants when I zip up my zipper, the only sound that can be associated with the zipping of pants.
I put my belt on and then my shoes and I realized that what I was thinking was just paradox of my life and that somedays I felt like a defect and somedays I felt like a king.
But today well............ ............... .....................
Im rollling with the King of My shirt Homeboy!!!!
