The store up the street knows my shit and they set aside any...

By David Look

Monday September 15, 2008

The store up the street knows my shit and they set aside any pointy pair of lace-ups they come across knowing full well I can’t resist, but it’s getting out of hand. I need underwear, not another fucking pair of hot shoes. And a purse, I need a purse, but I won’t call it that when I finally get one that’s right.