nostalgicI bought all of my suits at the Pimp Store. It wasn't really called the Pimp Store, there was no Pimp Store listed in the phone book, but that's what I called it. The Pimp Store was hall of sartorial splendor...for pimps. I bought both of suits there, a conservative charcoal grey 3 button number, and a slamming, 5 button, black silk brocade that snaps heads about when I wear it.
I came to the Pimp Store so infrequently that I never held a girlfriend long enough to make a return trip. The last time I was in the Pimp Store, chickenmoon and I were shopping for a wedding suit. She had picked a vintage dress, so I'd decided against a tux. I saw the manager, a portly man from Gambia. He chided me for not coming in more often. I told him that I needed a suit so I could get married. He looked at chickenmoon and I and replied, "To who?"
Ah, the Pimp Store.
The Pimp Store often had men's fur coats hanging in the windows. I saw a green, two-tone checkerboard suit once that reminded me of a '74 Buick. I almost bought it. I did buy some yellow faux-gator shoes. The Pimp Store had red bowler hats, flashy canes, zoot suit length jackets, explosive ties, all sorts of garb. The owner locked his brother in the back. THe brother turned out to be an excellent tailor.
That's not why I went to the Pimp Store. I went there for the pimps.
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I drove by the Pimp Store the other day and they were closed up. I called the number and it's been disconnected. There are other outlets in Waco and Killeen, but the pimps won't go there methinks. I'll just have to remember the days of yore, when women were women, men were men, and we were stone cold pimpin'.
