As you can see there's not much on the bottom of my shoe today. If you look real close you can see some small pebbles lodged in between the ridges of the sole. Hmmm, ridges. Like Ruffles potato chips. I like Ruffles. Back in the 80's when I was a kid they used to have sour cream and bacon Ruffles potato chips. They were so fucking good. Why on earth would they discontinue anything with bacon in it? Shit was mad delicious. Fuck you, ruffles. I used to ride my bike through the woods to the other side of town to get to the place that sold my chips. Fatones market i think it was. One time I set my my shoe laces on fire and walked into the store. I burned a hole in the carpet when I stopped to ogle the nudie mags. I got in some deep shit. Anyways, there's some pebbles in my sole. Look close and you'll see.
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