In a “previous life” (which is how I like to refer to my college years), I used to dress up like a pirate. This wasn’t an everyday occurrence, but I confess that I frequented more pirate-themed parties than Charles Bukowski frequented happy hours. At the time I thought it was acceptable to wear Jolly Roger dresses and gold Mardi Gras beads as belts. Although the handy “detag” tool on Facebook has enabled me to keep such images to myself (I’m a professional now), such youthful indiscretions...
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