And truth be told, I thought that a studded leather codpiece that fateful morning was a bold stroke for Yuki, to say the least. It certainly put my Señor Elephante number to shame.
But having shared so many laughs and loves with another person--even if he's the boss of a leading Asian democracy--does not forbid Denny from playing the honesty card.
And I'm pained to say that Peter Lord, as he's known in some Phoenix hipster circles, has lost his way in the fashion woods, and I don't see any bread crumbs, love.
Yukio, Bubby, you need to start thinking of those you're hurting. Repent, my son, by humbly laying your hideous apocalypse of a garment on the bare ground and engulfing it in a welcome conflagration of atonement.
Domo Arigato,
Denny DelVecchio
