Kid Stuff
I can still wear

After a fall, winter, and spring season of dashing — a dirty job to be sure — my blue jean collection has become pretty fucking raggedy. In fact, at this point, only one of my many pairs of blue jeans could be termed presentable. And the last time I arrived on a movie set with the prescribed jeans in a marginal state, I realized it might be time for a new spic and span pair.