Blisters on the ankle in a brand new pair of slip on’s that’s where I want to be in life. That’s the shoe I want. The shoe I need.
Ever since my last IVC – they took my fucking shoes. Like who takes shoes and they give me these tye dye plastic Birkenstocks and I don’t even get to keep the most legendary pair of Yellow Checkerboard Vans Slip-Ons.
I didn’t realize until a recent former coworker mentioned the movie The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent and I didn’t watch it til about a week ago when he’d ask me if I liked Pedro Pascal and would ask me about Star Wars and spy stuff. It had me sweating but what to do now. But only now do I get the references. We wore the same shoes! How uncanny.
I got em in 2018 to spring off a new job and new opportunities. They did me well.
But now I want an encore. I’ve worn the checkerboard avoiding the all black and just white and black my whole life. This is the time.
New Pair of Shoes.
And I’m sitting here trying to find a genre that will warm up. Caliquero busame – like when your belly feels warm from listening to music. Aguachine.
I’m trying to find the genre for that.
I’m trying to find the life like that
And now all the more I’m realizing I like my life just fine.
Everything else was just temporary and fulfilment trying to maintain friends and all these customs in town.
I like my quiet little life.
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