I met Mister Bradford today, at my new gym. Thankfully he introduced himself. He was looking so suave, in his suit, off to work. I wear clothes to work that I can get dog hair on. I don’t own a suit. Yet. But he had a backpack on over the coat, a combination lock dangling off a strap, keeping it real.
Posted January 29th, 2003 in Uncategorized.
