I was riding along in a cab when I saw a billboard that said "it's about pha-shun" and there was no image. It was a large white Ad of nothing but text. I took that as meaning that we were of a clean slate, tabula rassa you could say and that it is left up to us to create our our identity. I asked my cab driver his view on the subject basically by asking him what his cab driving outfit would be if he had to pick one out. "I wear the cool white cotton shirt so the ladies think I'm sexy man" "what kind?" I asked "how you say, a 'wife beat' you know like Marky Mark and his funky bunch. the ladies and some men lady like me in the sexy wife beat!" " I wear the wife beat every day during the summer I go to Sam's Club and buy value pack so I never out of a fresh wife beat."

I was looking forward to this ride ending as he told me of how many lady love a crisp white wife beat when I looked out the window to my right and noticed some cheap flip flops in a store window. I got out there in search of the perfect pair of summer thongs.

There were so many colors to chose that my judgement was warped from the rainbow collage of plastic footwear melting in the 95 degree heat. I finally decide on the yellow (color of insanity) pair to help me achive those summertime 7-11 feet. The kind were the bottom of your feet stay black from the dirt on the street and it doesn't wash off until fall when you begin to wear closed toe shoes once again.

So choose your summer wardrobe on personnal preference, pay no mind to mass media and always remember the old saying "what did you like when you were a kid". Personally nothing I wore ever matched and was a shocking disarray of color ond pattern, enough personnally created mayhem to keep me smiling.