I was going through security at JFK this morning (at 7:30am on a Sunday), and I noticed that the guy in front of me is
Clinton Kelly. Just like me, he's looking ratty, unkempt, unshaven, and sleepy-eyed. But unlike me, he hosts a
TV show about fashion, so I realized he must get an
endless ration of shit from everybody he meets when he's slumming. I am glad I'm not that guy.
He had a really cute bag, though.
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