I am not a fan of, Eric's designs but of, the knob on the, door of your mind which he, is turning. Having invented the, Triple Tweed I understand how, some can have a strong reaction to, a new idea like a flavor of, ice cream which you have tasted in, a dream but without , the resource to churn.
Many times people said for me, that I it was impossible to combine more, than 2 different tweeds . Some days I sat here, in Astoria a wonder if the world, could ever accept me as the radical, V. the, unpressed ambassador of, Tweed .
One night after 3 doses of, [SIZE=-1]Becherovka I assembled the, T3 and made my way, to the beer garden where I was, greeted with starched aggression like Eric faced here but, I did not let that, break my spirit like, a pair of trousers 5cm too , long. Instead I unfused the canvas on, the evening using the moment , to drink a pitcher of Pilsner and, speaking to those who would, listen to the teaching of the Prophets Donegal and , Harris . After some 5 mugs I sensed some began to, understand the weave of this Spiritual itch , which I wore as my , belief.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]So I say to Eric, walk forward in the drape of your own, vision and , belief ...[/SIZE]
