A little shopping at Forever 21 today. I apparently gave away most of my winter clothes last year before setting off for South America and needed some warm stuff. Woah, that place is crazy! And cheap. As trendy as it gets in New York, it's full of clothes for the moment. I'll probably have to go back next week for a whole new crop. But I haven't see anyone wearing anything I bought yet today. Of course, it's winter. And everyone on the street is covered head-to-toe, the city awash in bank robbers. Yo, stick 'em up!
In this kind of shop, I can tell my age. And, you know, I'm thankful to be where I am in this life. When I think of 31, I think of Baskin Robbins. Back in the day when it was more than just a shoot off of CinnaBun or Taco Bell...and back in the day when that was all there was. Pre-frozen yogurt, pre-Ben & Jerry's, I'm talking pure, classic ice cream. That was the jam!
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