I’m really getting into socks. For a long time, due to the fact that I attended an all-boys Catholic prep school, I eschewed socks of all manner in all seasons. My classmates and I would refuse to wear socks despite the fact that they were part of our mandated uniform. I'm talking about dress socks, white athletic socks were not allowed according to the student handbook. But for whatever reason, that pubescent rebellion manifested itself in barely ever wearing socks. Now that I’m a little older and a fraction wiser, I wear socks. Mainly because I have such a bad shopping addiction that it’s like finding a new vein to shoot up. I mean, smack fiends eventually use the webbing between their toes to find a good vein, so I now look to my feet to fill the void in my soul. Also, my circulation isn’t quite what it used to be, so it makes sense to keep my feet warm. But this is mainly because I feel empty inside and buying things on the internet makes me feel whole. If you’re gonna spend $20 on socks, they might as well be patchwork blue ones from Anonymous Ism.
