this morning #1153.

this morning, all i needed was my camo pants and i was out the door. out into the urban jungle. no shirt. no shoes. commando. no big deal. flaunting my bench press chest & my new tattoo. no big deal. i wanted as little clothing as possible on this body. minimum material between me & the rest of the world. free as a bird. society frowns upon the lack of pants though, so i at least had to go with those. it’s kind of a shame. i’ve been targeting my glutes these past few months & i must say, my ass is looking way rad. too bad. all these chumps could use a brass ring to reach for. if they got to see what a fit, decent behind looks like in the flesh, i bet they’d get off their duffs & do something about it.