After years of self-denial, I finally took a crowbar to my wallet and bought the hat I've been coveting for the longest time. I got dressed up in my winter coat in the middle of summer to shoot myself standing in front of my rose garden.
I clean up well for a guy who earns his living getting covered in grease, dirt, and filth. I look like I could really be somebody, although I'm afraid this is just me pretending to be someone I wish I were, but am not.