Me vs. Cargo Shorts

When I was in 3rd grade, I used to love wearing cargo shorts (or pants) with those giant fucking CD-ROM sized pockets.

Oftentimes, I would fill those khaki (generally) saddlebags with all sorts of random, unnecessary, and often uncomfortable shit before I left the house.

I was being a weird little boy who was taken by the idea of being some sort of inspector gadget type, but cooler - like MacGyver, and also a ninja.

I did it a lot.

I really liked cargo shorts.

Maybe even in the slightly spectrum style liked them.

You know the one. It's the closest to awesome for a reason.

Anyway, that little kid, with his pockets stuffed with random shit, waking his weird little ass down the street to his friends house, or the school playground, or wherever he might have the essential fix to one of his peers problems in either of the ballooning pockets on the sides of his little legs.

Well, that is what I have equated the aesthetic of any cargo bottom with ever since.

And then they started becoming a little popular again.

And I caved and recently acquired them.

And I don't stuff my pockets anymore, but it still makes me feel like I do.

And I hate them.

At least, for the moment.

Yours are cool though. Srs. Fr.

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