Ever bolted after a sneaky-ass wind gust down some pissy Seattle back alley, end up drenched to the bone, cussing out the sky like "fuck this, never stepping out jacketless again"? Shit, that was me last fall—flopping around like a drunk scarecrow on steroids—till bam, this hunter mens green leather jacket catches my eye in the glow of a FIT Jackets shop window, all shadowy and...