05.14.06 :: 7:11 pm

what i had planned to be an uneventful trip to the athletic store for some new running shoes turned into a half hour videotaped session of me running on a treadmill and having my gait analyzed, and my knobby knees pointed out, like the thundering, lopsided, horse-beast that I am.

Still, new custom-fitted sneaks await with my next paycheck.

And now I can totally justify eating spare ribs.
And drinking five whiskey-on-the-rocks on Friday.

We're on the road to nowhere, come on inside.

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