Gossamer
He stood at an astounding six foot nine. It was quite a sight to see him in most basements; he would have to position his neck in such a way that it made most people uncomfortable.
His eyes were wild, as was his dress. He loved flair; braces, pins, stickers, suspenders--you name it he wore it and owned it.
Shopping was by far his most favorite. Men's Big and Tall had been too "square". Bob's was a ripoff--we went bargain diving; in dumpsters, in trashcans, in other people's closets.
D.G.C's (or Dead Guy Clothes) were a staple in his wardrobe.
Gossamer was a good man. A man's man, but he also loved to cry. Oh how he would weep! Oh how I miss him dearly.
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