Leathers McRose

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Topic: um. 90's?

Leathers McRose spent an occasional moment of each passing period we all affectionately call “days” in contemplation of her name.

It wasn’t her fault that she’d acquired such a misnomer, it was the fault of a father who knew his last name would just disappear if his daughter ever got married and of a mother who’d never seen what a newborn child looked like. Such was the way of a pseudo ex hippie yuppified post neo classicist set of unmarried parents as were those of Leathers.

On the day of her birth, Brad “Moonbeam” McDowser asked to his live –in significant other, Sigirid Rose, if she knew of the legal ramifications of giving the child a last name not consistant with those of her parents.

“Can she sue us later?”

When Siggie saw her daughter for the first time, she too had a comment.

“Moonie, doesn’t she look like one of those bold new wrinkled leather purses from Paris’ new line?”

And so it was that Leathers McRose entered into this world as yet another product of an unabashed legal system coupled with the Holy Fashion Statement.



I...I have no idea. Um... it's... well... no clue. Not the hint of an inkling of an possible hit as to when I wrote this or what I was thinking. I think maybe I came up with a name I liked and ran with it... I only know that it's in my handwriting. earthwulf