My Favorite Closet written by: M. Taggart   For years I opened my closet door to see nothing but my own jackets, sweatshirts, boots, shoes, crap. Eventually, my closet and I didn’t get along. Why bother opening a thing that gives back only the same memory with no hope of progression. My boots became more worn. My jackets changed positions and eventually those too became useless to me. Five years into being a hardcore bachelor -nothing could control me. Not … Continue reading My Favorite Closet