Listening to Baseball on the Porch

So I'm sitting on my porch soaking up the lazy, hazy summer sun, inhaling my neighbors pot smoke, and listening to a ballgame on the radio. I haphazardly began thinking about a girl I once dated who fancied herself a fashion designer and made the type of clothes I could only describe as Surrealist or Dadaist influenced. No one in their right mind would wear these duds in public unless they wanted ...