Mafioso Medicant

It's looking highly likely that come the first of the month I shall be running a tuxedo store. While this fuels (almost dangerously) both my current Steampunk fascination and my long established Sinatra Fanboyism, I am loath to return to any establishment that resides within a mall. On the other hand not only do I have other fingers, but it would be very nice to actually have an income capable of being spent on things that aren't directly needful for survival (something I miss very much).

So, shall I once again punch 'The Man' in the nads at the expense of my piece of mind, or shall I suck up whatever misgivings I may have about our culture and take the job in the mall? Even I'm not sure which will occur.

I must say though... It's been a while since I had legal recourse to order people around sheerly for my amusement. There's something inherently wrong in my longing for this.

Hojo Volente, my wardrobe is about to get a massive face lift.