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Hello. I am the Big Shot.

You heard me write the first time name of Bachelor Johnny Kuhl, occupation big shot.

A punk stopped me on the street, you said,

you got a light, Mack?

I said, no, but I got a dark brown overcoat.

Hot shot by the Bonzo Dog, Doodar Band. It's a track actually that I came to Dredd when in the late

60s it must have been it was used by people who call themselves my friends as a way of

drawing attention to my vanity. For at that time I did indeed possess a light Mac or really a sort of

traditional off white rubberized riding macking Josh and it was my most prized

possession I loved the the metal notch belt and the

military epaulets and the big turnip collar and the deep pockets. It may it may

maybe look like that comic strip hero like it was Dick Tracy, the tech with the bulldozer chin. But my vanity was pretty

short lived because I wore my riding max so often that the rubber oxidized and cracks and tears appeared on the surface and the deep

pockets perished and they began to smell.

And it was even said that people crossed the street to avoid me.

It all seemed very tragic at the time. But now, now after reading a new book called

Fashion Victims, I realize how very little my vanity cost me. You see, Fashion Victims

is an extraordinarily

encyclopedia account of the past injuries, diseases, and even deaths caused by

clothing by the very element that is supposedly designed to protect, shield and

...