Fashion visionary.

'I'll take them' I said bouncing off the door frame of the Opticians.
I stumbled onto the pavement, trod on a Chuhuahua,
killed it and whacked it's owner's face with my bag.

Regaining composure, I walked into the path of a bus, which
swerved to miss me and crashed into a shopping centre,
no-one died, though there were several broken bones
and an old man's false teeth flew out of his mouth and
embedded themselves into the back of a skinhead's...head.
A little boy and woman of 48 wet themselves (luckily they were
sharing the same seat), and a least a dozen cases of whiplash.

But I don't care.
I look stylish as fuck.