Ron E. Dillon

It wasn't until recently that I started wearing any kind of brown clothing. I was always (and only less so now) afraid of mis-matching the browns - brown shoes, brown belt, brown watch band, brown wallet, etc. If I wear brown shoes and a black belt, I feel really uncomfortable, kind of like I'm bad-stoned, and I want to go home. "Ridiculous," you might say. I'd agree. These days, I have a brown belt, a pair of brown shoes, and a brown watch that all match. My wallet? Still black, so I'm never truly at ease in brown. For a guy that doesn't really give a crap about much else, I sure am wrapped up in browns. The only other OCD-like symptom would be my compulsion to set my watches as accurately as I can. I've got one of those fancy-pants radio-clocks that are accurate within approximately one jillionth of a second every thirteen centuries. About twice a week, I'll reset all my watches to it. I set the clocks and watches of my friends. It's another example of how such an outwardly normal man like myself can be such a fruitcake deep down inside. I'm nice. I'm happy. I love music.