One last time
A few months back, I was looking in my closet for an old black suit that I purchased in early sobriety. I had worn it on many occasions over the years. I dug through my closet and found the suit. As I was preparing to put it on for a close friend’s wedding, I noticed that it was starting to show a little wear and tear. Some spots had appeared on the trousers. Pinholes had formed on the sleeves. In unflattering light, fading could be seen.