2. Double Denim Descent
A birthday of minor horrors.
Where to start? I’m British, so a fry-up seems about right.
Could’ve done something profound to celebrate my 30th. Wrote a poem. Bought a motorbike. Gone to Thailand to find myself.
Settled for bacon at a greasy spoon. It was nice enough. Eggs weren’t great. Cold. Rubbery.
Went into town after and bought a new pair of jeans. Levi’s. Saw a matching denim shirt. Thought it looked cool. Got that too.
Didn’t try them on. Don’t like how I look in shop mirrors. Must be the lighting.
Stopped for a pint on the way home. Stayed for a few more.
Got back around midnight. Feeling a bit wobbly. The neighbour’s dog is barking again. Woof. Woof. Woof. Noisy little shit.
Tried on my new clothes. Double denim. I’m definitely 30 now.
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Within driving distance of the sea :).
You're British. Same here. Where do you live?