Sometimes there is nothing I like better than lounging about in my underwear. During sweltering summer days, when my apartment lacked central air conditioning, I would lay on the bed, every fan I owned swirling about me, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.
It was something like heaven.
This does not mean I would go outside in just my underwear.
Especially if I was on the run from the cops. In New Jersey. In January.
Damn.
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