Scent of a Man

It’s hot and gross, and because I ran out of the house before showering this morning I found myself on the subway, hanging onto the rail, and horrified by the intensity of my own stank. If it had been a leisurely weekend spent in the soothing bosom of air conditioning, things would be better, I’m sure — it usually takes a while for me to proceed very far past musky under ordinary conditions. But I spent a good chuck of yesterday in the hot sun, hauling props and styling models for one of my little projects, and I got home slightly before the onset of heatstroke. I spent the night like spent the rest of the weekend — hunched over my laptop designing my little heart out, and I was up again this morning finishing up the work at hand. Before I knew it, it was time to fly and haul myself uptown to teach.

Blah, blah, blah. I’m sure you all get the point: I worked all weekend and forgot to shower this morning and so I’m trying not to pass out from the smell of my own armpits. Mmmmm, the glamor of summer!

2 thoughts on “Scent of a Man”

  1. You know, after I got home I laid down and sort of napped for a bit (and I’m not a napper unless I feel REALLY bad), and I was getting chills! That’s one of the symptoms of heat exhaustion, right? Yeek.
    Fortunately, I feel dandy today.

  2. Sparky,
    I saw you on 32nd between B’way and 5th street (on Wednesday around 5:30 pm I think) when I was coming out of my workplace. You walked right by me in a hurry.
    You probably don’t remember me, but it was good to see you though.

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