Aug 30, 2026
Would kneel before sir Peter again
I did not buy a quarter-zip. I entered into a covenant.
The moment I pulled this thing over my head, something shifted. My golf handicap didn’t improve, but my posture did. I now stand slightly more upright, as if awaiting instruction from a man named Peter who I have never met but would absolutely carry a golf bag for.
The fabric feels like a cloud that went to business school. The fit says “I definitely have a boat, or at least know someone who does.” I wore it to brunch and a stranger asked if I was “in finance.” I am not. I sell insurance. He believed me anyway. That’s the power of Sir Peter.
Faithful servant of Peter





























