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I fight about it. I shouldn't look into mirrors as a I make trip to the bathroom not more than 15 steps. My half opened eyes are watching the confused appendages. Typos, pausing. What was I saying.

I look at myself at every available opportunity. I smile at my self very briefly.Then I look at the rest of my body mostly focusing on my shoes. I bought those shoes over the Summer r at a local Foot Locker. I look at them because are something I want but would never wear. "Nice shoes, Spiz." "Where you get those?" I told them at the Foot Locker. "You take care of them now." "...sure"

I walk everywhere. I have these shoes and my winter boots, and the boots never come out unless it's snow or below 10.

Someone hits me with their Dunkin Donuts cup. Smelled like something cocoanut. "You fuckface!" GO inside and get me a large coconut coffee, yeh JACKAZZ. I was starring to long at the creases in my brown khaki's.

I am very conscious. I take baby steps, look 5 times when I cross the street. How cou;D I have missed that I never miss.