It’s Jacket Season—and I, For One, Am Thrilled
When I woke up this morning, bright-eyed and bushy-eyebrowed, tiny blue birds flitting around my head, this is what I did. I clocked the blanket of grey clouds, felt a chilly breeze drift through the weird crack in my bedroom window, smiled to myself, and thought, It’s motherf**king jacket season. (With apologies to McSweeney’s.) Advertisement…
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