Sometimes you will love a thing so much, you are bound to lose it. This occurs with both people and objects.
In this short story, retrieved from the archives (of my old South American blog), it’s both. It’s a story about the love of a leather jacket. But the real gem is the shop girl. There’s a sequel to this story, where I stand frozen outside her shop, unable to go back in and thank her. Even after two tall cuba libres – she was just too much gorgeousness.
These three friends lived for one month together in Buenos Aires, in a beautiful, safe and friendly neighbourhood called Palermo SoHo. One day, it had to happen, they all bought leather jackets, and each night they went out, they wore them together, and they called this ‘suiting up.’ They looked damn good. It gave them a sense of rightness, which lead to confidence. One of them was me. I looked good. I had always wanted a jacket like this. It fit incredibly, perfect.