My Chicago Jordan 1. On the inside of my right shoe sticks a chewing gum. My chewing gum. Not removable. My bad habit to spit out finished chewing gums and (try to) kick it away should be a lesson to me.
Should. I’m still kicking. But at least I look into my right shoe (I’m right-footer) now in cases I don’t see a flying gum. So please do not always take life seriously. „Why so serious?”, asks the Joker. His painted face decorates my t-shirt.
And by the way its colors fit exactly to my mentioned chewing gum kickers. The perfect harmony in white, red and black. Oh yes, we also need trousers. Or not. Imagine it this time. Please.