I'm now in the in crowd.
I'm sporting fresh 'wrinkle resistance' pants.
My legs are styling in their plastic sheened fabric.
I walk down the halls of this office space with the confidence of a Berkshire Hathaway employee, flinging $100 bills at unsuspecting gringos and their latino water can holders.
Naked and frail poor look to me as the pinnacle of social advancement.
I am the elite.
I am the bossman, the supreme chief.
I climb to the top of my figurative mountain and scream at the top of my lungs
"I RAWK AND ALL WILL SHUDDER UNDER MY GAZE OF COMPLETE AUTHORITY, BITCHES"
It is because of these pants that I am what I am.
I AM HAWTNESS EMBODIED!!!!!!
I AM THE WEARER OF KHAKI!