8 am, yank socks over feet and up legs. I'm late already. A short walk to the T, a 3 minute train ride and a 20 minute car ride. I'm there. Work, work, work. No time for feet.
8 pm, I return to my castle. Opening my door and drop my bags with an exhausted sigh. It's been a long day.
The room: 3 suitcases carefully hidden behind a futon, a bed on a small rise in the corner and a table opposite it. My running shoes (let this not give the false impression that I am any sort of athlete - I intend to specify the genre of shoe I own, not their purpose) already add to the room the rich smell of mildew, decay and fungus.
Throwing my office shoes to an unspecified corner, I grab at my socks in an effort to rid my lower appendages of the day's bondage. Freeing myself of these shackling apparel, I experience a powerful whiff of the noisome, fetid odor that emanates from each square inch of my feet - ah, freedom. In its truest sense.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
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20 minuten car ride???
you have a car? or take a taxi? or get an otis?
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