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Under de tidiga tonåren hade jag liksom de flesta andra pojkar mycket svåra Dr Strangelovebesvär. Jag har sedan dess trott att besvären gått över med tiden, åldern o orken. O sedan det blev allt mer tydligt att Winona aldrig skulle vika ut sig eller klä av sig naken på film. Men idag, när resten av jag gjorde något annat, så prövade högerhanden att ändra färg på Johnny Cash:

Well, you wonder why I always dress in brown,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.

I wear the brown for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,

I wear the brown for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.

Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Brown.

I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the brown in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.

You'll never see me wear a suit of white.

Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Brown.

Min högerhand har alltså inte gjort någon större skillnad idag. 

Min egen tröja är någon sorts rostigt rött. If you wonder why så har det inte med sossarnas partiledarkampanj att göra utan är mer en slump.