Twice a year, I’m forced into these things, or at least I was before I graduated high school. When I was in pee-wee hockey, the awards dinners called for suit and tie so I went along with it easily. I was like eight. It’s not like I gave a shit at the time. When I entered high school and we had the awards dinners for football every year, the same damn thing happened. Out comes the monkey suit and into it went a very pissed off me. Between the heat level when I’m wearing one and the sweat that produces, to the way the tags always fucking itch, the only time I ever wanted to be wearing one of these things is when I’m dead. Tonight’s a different story. Tonight I’m gonna dress up in a suit and do it with a smile on my face. One I don’t have to fake because whenever I’m within a few feet of Cadence, all I wanna do is smile. I’m going to parade her around, showing the world I’m proud to be with her because it’s what she deserves.
