“The mayor is heading down to Florida. He’s asked a number of people how he can lose 30 pounds real fast. He told them he wants to look good wearing a bathing suit.”
– The Blue Suit talking with Josh Resnek
By JOSH RESNEK with THE BLUE SUIT
During the snow storm, the Blue Suit went through two pounds of sausage, a half pound of hamburger, about a pound of French fries and a half gallon of Allen’s Vanilla ice cream with chocolate bits on top and whipped cream. He told me he nearly ate himself to oblivion as the snow fell.
“I’m so constipated you cannot believe,” the Blue Suit said to me after I picked him up on Elm Street Tuesday afternoon.
‘What do you think caused it?” I asked.
“I think it was the sausage. Too much garlic and spices. I can’t believe how constipated I am,” he repeated.
He moved around in the passenger seat of my red Honda as we sped down Elm Street and headed for Glendale Square. He was uncomfortable. He showed it.
‘Stop at Walgreens” he demanded. “God. I need to get some- thing for this constipation. It’s killing me. I can’t go on this way. It’s almost painful,” he said.
”How long has this been going on?” I asked him.
“Since before the snow storm,” he answered.
“Yikes,” I replied. “That’s not good.”
“You think I don’t know that? I’m the one who’s constipated.” At Walgreens he was met at the door by several people who crowded around him.
One of them, a man in his 30’s, got really excited.
“Hey man. You’re the Blue Suit, aren’t you? Great to meet you. Wait til I tell my mother I met you. You’re her favorite Everett person in the world.”
