shortie.

when it's hot outside and a third of my day consists of driving around after various car parts, while the other two thirds are mainly meetings and work, i stop and ask myself: when did this happen? how did i get here? who am i? am i losing it?

and then i look at a gift i received not long ago. it's been on the desk since the day i got it, because i never had any use for this kind of object. so, in a matter of seconds, i blinkwrite my identity in that gift and i grin. i'm still a kid, but i'll be tricking the grown-ups even more. it's a blue leather wallet and it's going places.

i surely hope i won't lose it.