via Reddit

It's hot and sticky out there. Too hot for a thong. It's cotton or it's literally nothing. This guy gets it, and he's owning it—you might think he should stick to renting it, but something tells us he couldn't care less what you think, you foppishly overdressed dandy. This guy is the reincarnation of Charles Bukowski stalking the streets of New York City as he waits for the liquor store to open. We get the feeling he was muttering something about "endless hot summer nights, the air don't move, it's hard to breathe," before punching the guy who took this photo and screaming about the importance of accessorizing.