im allergic to fake people. but like bees to a hive... i am surrounded by them. i dont do lotion, pleats or umbrellas (unless it's really pouring and i have really nice pants on). i wear shorts in 30 degree weather and i prefer slippers over expensive sneakers.
my mother says that even though im the eldest of her 5 children i act like im the youngest... which is true. when i was insolent my father would take the newspaper and tatoo the headlines to my ass. sometimes i would get the belt or the slipper... pretty standard really. it didnt hurt... but even today i cant read the new york times without thinking of him. sometimes i have flashbacks when im looking at belts or slippers at the gap or banana republic. it's weird
