
xoxo



I took a two week vacation this month from the heat and decided to just read and sleep. The beauty of being dirt broke is that you are forced to find creative ways to spend time without hurting yourself too much. I was only drunk three times in that two week period and only one pair of old,trodden,smelly sneakers suffered as a result. But I loved them... The sneakers were last seen in that body of water that divides manhattan and in what my drunken state thought was brooklyn, but was not, it was jersey. I think I got mad. I always find it amusing the things I take so seriously when I am drunk, is like an emotional tunnel vision of sort.