I look at the bags on top of my bed at the foot and I feel a bit silly…I, Bryan William Cameron, had gone on a shopping spree…not even for myself but for someone else. Damian. I’d never done that in all my life. Normally I’ll just get what I want and head out until I need something again. She basically called his clothing cheap a few days ago when Natalie had insinuated that he could use it to wipe the table. Agreed that Damian’s clothing was on the cheap side but they weren’t rags. Brands just mean too much to certain people.
I got him a midnight blue, long-sleeved, zipper jacket and the others were short-sleeved shirts and mostly tees. Good cloth material…expensive and so I bought him six. Six he won’t have to return to me as it’s his not mine. Up until then, he’d been wearing mostly h
