zenith versus the mall

Once or twice a year, I go to the mall. I know this is not a hip thing to admit to. But I can’t help it. I have an iconoclastic ass. There is one store in all the world that sells reasonably priced jeans that suit my ass. That store is located in the Lloyd Center Mall, Portland, Oregon. I’m not kidding you, I’m the Marco Polo of blue jeans. I’ve traveled far and wide to find something that doesn’t make me look like a sausage stuffed into a lumpy casing. The mall is the last recourse of the white girl ghetto booty.

 

( last night's mall trip: a grim urban tale of deception )