Casualties of Smiles and Violent Ham Steaks
I lost one of my best friends this weekend. I lost him and I don't know if he can be brought back. I took him to 3 places and they all said, "No. It cannot be fixed." Yana currently has them and has said that she will fix them somehow... I don't need them to be pretty. I just need them not to have a 1 foot gash in the crotch. New Orleans put my jeans out of comission. New Orleans killed my weekend outer wear. But I tell you what...I looked pretty good in a pair of Brooks Brother's mole skin khaki's and a cashmere sweater on Saturday. I felt rather lonely though...with out my friend...old Levi.
