Age 19 on, I wore only garments. Dri Lux boxer-brief bottoms and 50–50 cotton-poly blend tops. After seven years, you forget what it feels like to wear boxers or have a t-shirt against bare torso.
In my memory, it’s always dark and see-your-breath cold when I pull up to Adam’s house. His mom assures me they can hear my Oldsmobile from blocks away. So I idle and cue up music. Face to Face. Hot Water Music. Samiam.