J. Peterman, Eat You Heart Out

"It's a hot night. The mind races. You think about your knife, the only friend who hasn't betrayed you, the only friend who won't be dead by sunup. Sleep tight, mates, in your quilted chambray nightshirts."

I'm not sure where I was. Perhaps at work, up late in the MICU. Or maybe I was at home, ignoring my child's cries for attention. It was over a year ago. All I remember is that I was looking around on J. Mark Bertrand's website when I saw it. It was the most beautiful material possession I'd ever laid eyes on. It was... A Saddleback Leather briefcase.



Thanks, Mom & Dad!