I WALK FOR AN HOUR WITHOUT
SHOES EVERY DAY TO
TOUGHEN MY FEET

If you think about a night on the town
objectively, it becomes very odd.

First you get into a car and go to a
place. The place changes according to
trend but it is always a little hard
to find.

Then you get out and stand in line,
or not, to enter a darkened room.
There is enough light to determine
whether someone is attractive or
not, but that's it.

Then you cycle through moods until
you are compelled to go elsewhere
to a different darkened room.

Then you go home, with or without
someone.

Then you wake up with several
memories that resemble other
memories which you already have.

Then you think to yourself, I cannot
wait to do that again.





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