So a couple of weeks ago I was asked if I did pot. Yeah. Not the best way to start a story, but it's true. I was in school eating lunch with two of my friends, who shall remain nameless, just enjoying food, when a guy at the other end of the table I was at asked me if I did pot. Now, being the totally innocent and naive angel of a man that I am, this caught me off guard. I mean, that's not usual eating conversation. So after getting over my initial shock, I gave the whole "I don't do drugs" speech and asked him why he asked me that. He replied quite simply that I was wearing a drug rug, and thought I did drugs.
For those of you who don't know, which included me at the time, a drug rug is slang term for a baja coat, which is like a hoodie version of a poncho that I do believe originated in Mexico or somewhere like that. Apparently it was a pretty popular piece of clothing for hippies and junkies back in the day. But not one being who follows fashion, I bought the baja coat because "it looked awesome", which is pretty much the reason for all the clothing I buy. Which is very little. I don't follow fashion.
But anyway, like I said, he told me that because I wore the baja coat, he assumed I did drugs, and this rubbed me the wrong way (in a totally non-sexual fashion). The guy didn't know anything about me, we had never talked before, and just because of the clothes on my back, he assumed I did drugs. That's just, I don't know, mean. Anyway, I told the guy again that-"No. I don't do pot."-but I don't think he believed me. Oh well, I guess that's just life. After all, if the clothes make the man, it makes it so much easier to judge him.