So, you thought I wasted my money when I bought all those shoes? You didn’t think it was a good idea, when I said Marcelina didn’t really need diapers and these Air Max 95’s weren’t gonna be available in my size next week? You made fun of me because I matched my Retro J’s to my t-shirt?
Turns out, the joke is on you.
I’m waiting on the island awhile for our elderly client to leave our restricted parking garage, when one of the students rolls up. White dude, glasses, in a Toyota Tacoma crew cab. Regular kind of guy. He opens his window and he’s bumping some dance music. Wait a minute, I say to myself, this kid seems pretty straight. I thought I was the only hetero blasting the dance music (BPM, if you must know) with the windows open. It even gets to where I’ll change the station before I open my window or door for any reason. Mostly because I roll through the east side, and I don’t think most residents in that area take too kindly to dance music.
This is the only music that can keep me hype. It’s all I listen to when I’m barely fast walking and gasping for breath running. Not even the long old school mixes of Woody Wood or Dennis Blaze can keep me motivated like the dance music can. I’m so glad I’m not alone.
Last night, I went and had dinner at The Salt Lick with a few members of the UniWatch Nation and Paul Lukas, esteemed writer and founder and main contributer to the UniWatch Blog. It was cool that I was able to meet Paul - I had read most of his uniform-related stuff since his days at Slate and I’ve exchanged a few emails with him. For what it’s worth, I’m also a charter member of the UniWatch Nation, so you know I take this stuff way to seriously.
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