21.07.05 - 3:25 p.m.
this afternoon, sitting on the curb by super mario's lunch truck, waiting for our burritos, drinking our jumex and pepsi, i kept sighing and sighing and admiring colin's pants as a distraction technique but he caught on fast and when i said colin, thank you for not being crazy he said thank YOU for just being you. it was cool there in the shade; my knees firmed up again and my open hand steadied while i listened to stories about gentlemen with handlebar moustaches, golf course water systems, the outrageous cost of cross-country airfare and received compliments on my gladiator sandals.
i haven't seen sandals like that anywhere.
you mean except for in the pages of vogue?
not even there, actually.