You’re going Full Pappy, man.
“I’m embracing my gravitas.”
In a poncho?
“Boncho.”
What?
“This is a boncho. Poncho is a solid piece of fabric with a hole for your head. A boncho is definitely not a poncho, but it is similarly not a robe.”
Bobby, stop letting Josh talk you into buying secret rich person clothes.
“I gotta admit, the kid’s taught me a lot about hyper-exclusive Japanese snotwear. Fascinating stuff. I was interested in Visine.”
Visvim.
“They’re doing powerful work in the trouser department. Important pants.”
The Grateful Dead didn’t turn John Mayer into a pothead; he turned them into hypebeasts. This is intolerable.
“Do me one favor, though.”
Uh-huh?
“Don’t tell the other poor people about the boncho. They’re not supposed to know it exists.”
Gotcha.
He absolutely looks great.
He looks so sad
4 the younger readers, some of who may be deprived of certain cultural references from particular 20thC masters of the finer arts, this here is a Sears poncho: https://www.sears.com/34-handmade-34-light-handmade-alpaca-wool-men-s-or-women-s/p-A033279249?plpSellerId=natajest&prdNo=6&blockNo=6&blockType=G6 …..no foolin’
Uncle Pecos?
Ah ka-ka-ka-ka eh ka-ka-ka Kram Bone.
Finally, the rock & roll world appears poised to accept the urban sombrero.
You can tell that Bobby picked out his own outfit and dressed himself, since he missed the bottom button on his shirt and has got a little Bobby Belly peeking out there . . .
Good job, big boy! Almost got it right yourself! Let mama help with that tricky last button . . .
Comedy!