Ten.One Thousand, Two Hundred & Fifteen
Twenty minutes later.
Red blazer. I say something about it being against the dress code. I throw on something black over it to hide it.
Not long enough of a commute to finish the song.
Something about this year feels different for me. Too distracted? Too disconnected? Too, too, too.
I'm just trying to be solution-oriented.
Almost $1000 in basketballs in one season gone.
If nothing else, I have these people.
Bittersweet.
“I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it.”
A little light.
