Three piece suit ready to wear. Hair short cropped and nails trimmed. Clean shaven and a dash of cologne. A chill runs through me. How did it get like this? Snug knot and smooth sleeved. Waist slim and perfect crease down to polished shoes. It’s almost a glare. All this a facade for the truant within, the rags bundled but never forgotten. You all start from a place like this.