denim

I have this recurring dream. In it I’m reunited with my favorite pair of Levi’s. The ones my brother abandoned and I took over, wearing on repeat through nights at Barry T’s (for all you old school YEG-ers) and days slogging to Romance Linguistics, the smell of Molson Dry on my breath. *Répétez après moi* how the hell no one ever keeled over in my presence remains a mystery to this day. Come to think of it, it was probably…

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