“s**t!”
This wasn’t working out.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror and it stared back at me.
The navy blue trousers I had on was great and fit me to a T. The white shirt I paired it with was even better, and accentuated my broad shoulders. It was a good fit.
The only problem I had was the jacket I wore on top of it. I looked like a retired drug addict trying to get it together but failing miserably. The once black jacket was now greyish with a shiny quality that suggested it had been worn one too many times, but was still hanging on for dear life. It had become warped at the edges, and seemed longer on one side. It had even begun to fray.
I knew I should have allowed Maggi to buy me a new one, but as usual, pride reared it’s ugly head and I had literally kicked against it. I
