I've been so close so many times. Every time Lefty and I were ready, they always grab the pair next to us. We're all just generic low cut white socks... perfect for anything...Which EVERYONE of the other average white low cuts get picked for ALL THE TIME. Free rides to glory, courtesy of our standardness, which allows us to be afterthoughts whenever the feet were packing for the Bahamas, or gathering gear for a snowboarding trip, getting laid, or going to the zoo.
I started seeing signs that it was actually Lefty who'd kept us cooped up in the sock-drawer, or worn to the laundromat. Whenever that drawer would slide open and some light would peak in I was always the VERY FIRST average white low cut to puff up, look comfy, roll over to hide any stains. meanwhile, my partner is there, still sleeping... or discouraging me with his pessimism..
I COULDN't TAKE IT NO MORE! Last time we went to the laundromat we were near the top of the basket, I pushed that motherfucker out in the street... watched him.. still sleeping... get hit by 2 trucks and a car. SERVES HIM RIGHT!
and now, I am free... and I am done with downer partners. you wanna roll with me, you gotta bring the party. I WILL SEE THE GIRAFFES BEFORE I DIE. If you wan to join me, i'd love to know.
Jack Brown
Type: LC
Age: 6
Religion: none
Sign: none
Music: Pantera, Seputura, Cannibal Corpse, Ministry, Machine Head, ChemLab, Norah Jones
Favorite Movies: Scarface, Taxidriver, Toxic Avenger
Favorite Books: Anarchist Cookbook, Catcher in the Rye, Tropic of Cancer, The Fountainhead, Mein Kamph
My Hero: Simba from the Lion King
Turn Ons: Adventure, myself
Turn Offs: Boring assholes, cops, nobodies, and the unworthy
I'm Looking For: Adventuous Lefties who want to bask in my greatness
