In an interesting and odd twist of events I am now wearing someone else’s socks. I don’t know really how it got to this point. I mean, I thought everything was going fine in my life. Things were on the up and up, I had a good job, the ladies loved me, my bed-wetting problem was in control. Life was good, no, life was grand.
Now look at me, sitting here, feeling the soft cotton goodness of someone else’s socks. You know I don’t think these are even cotton. They feel more like silk caterpillars on my feet, softly caressing my toes as I walk.
I was asked “What happened to your socks?”, well thats a good question. I wondered the same, but to be honest I really want to know who’s socks I am wearing and how they got on my feet.
Damn it man, what have I done.
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