that’s why they sell them in packs of 3
This wouldn’t get me through a weekend
One of my kids asked why I keep buying white shoes. They always get dirty. It’s a goal kid, one day they’re gonna stay clean and you’ll get it.
Fuck that! My bodys moving, and climbing, and running, and kicking, and jumping. My shoes are going to get dirty. And I’m ok with that. What I wouldn’t be ok with is living a lifestyle where I’m so pampered that my shoes never touch the ground.
Live life man! Go on an adventure! Even if that adventure is getting lost trying to find your mailbox, because you took some drugs, and now you’re wandering around your front yard naked in the mythical land of Scarchsblack. A fictional empire you made up as a kid, with dragons, and medival castles, and a wall that spans the entire globe with ticklish naked people shackled to it as punishment for not paying the kings taxes.
And now you wake up in a jail in michigan 3 days later wearing an I love lucy shirt, and clown pants. Zero context what happened, but now your white shoes are dirty.
Oh well. Such is life.
Ha. I’ve done almost all of that. But I know why I went to jail. After years and years dealing recreational pharmaceuticals, partaking in the same, living in garages, living on stolen candy and nicotine and alcohol, skating, skanking, moshing, fucking and fighting, sometimes it’s just nice to be clean for a day and have one set of nice clothes.
Wild man. Glad you’re out. Hope you can find the confidence to trust yourself to be wild a few more times before you kick it.
Meh, it wasn’t for long, it was jail not prison, and it was 30 years ago. I learned a few lessons, mainly that I’m not a good car thief. But also to pick and choose my adventures. When i tell my kids about all the shit we used to do, my wife gets twitchy but there’s a smile behind the rolling eyes.
Spent a few years in and out. If I kept down the path I was on they’d eventually put me away for some dumb shit. I know now more about my poor impulse control and it’s causes. Wife also helps keep me out of trouble. There are some nights, though, where you might find me itching to howl at the moon.
Ha! Yeah man. Cool summer nights after a really good day? The call still comes sometimes. The desire to just go out and get wild. But like you say, I like where I am now and life is good.
That adventure was oddly specific. You okay bud? Need to get rid of some clown pants or something?
