I, on the other hand, must concern myself with such things a the holes which have unaccoutably appeared in two of my four pair of pants. I must arrange a trip to Chico, the metropolis of the northern Sacramento valley and site of our regional emporium, the Chico Mall. I could, of course, purchase a lesser quality garment at K-Mart, and avoid the trip, but I prefer to buy the actual Levi's.
When I came to this place, I adapted to local custom by beginning to wear denim, which I almost never wore in Los Angeles. I could adapt still further and wear denim with holes, but I have to draw the line somewhere. In fact, I'd like to buy a pair of Dockers, but I'd probably be considered a citified sissy boy and be lynched the first time I wore them. Discretion is indeed vital in a backwater such as this. Ah, if they knew that I had once drunk wine, I'd be in trouble!