With some hesitation, I would like to announce that William Sherwood Truman, known around these parts as Trumwill, has gone hip-hop.

No, it still remains one of the musical genres that I have little or no use for.

Rather, I speak of the underwear that, when I’m not careful, peeks out above the pants that are resting too lowly.

No, I still think it’s utterly stupid that so many young men are wearing their pants so ridiculously low.

Rather, I don’t have a whole lot of choice because gravity is dragging them down.

In short, my pants don’t fit so well anymore. My belt, too, has become too large. Not ridiculously large, but enough so that they don’t hold my pants up for a couple hours unmonitored. And when they fall, they fall lower than they used to. And if I want to, I can now pull them straight off without unbuttoning or unzipping. Still a bit of a struggle.

So the good news is that I’ve gone down slightly in pant and belt size.

The bad news is that my pants don’t fit anymore.

And I’m too white to go hip-hop.


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One Response to Gone Hip-Hop

  1. Linus says:

    Nice. Congrats on slimming down a bit.

    While we’re being crotchety old men, something I said to my wife while we were shopping for a pair of jeans for me: “I’ll be damned if I pay good money for a pair of dirty jeans!”

    She just shook her head, but I stand by the sentiment.

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