since moving back to los angeles, i haven't had any luck with finding gloves. this could be due to a number of factors: some people here just don't wear gloves because they're dirty hipsters, others keep better track of their gloves because goddamn! burberry gloves are expensive, or the weather is just too damn nice to be wearing gloves down here.
well, i was not shocked by the lack of lost gloves in LA, since i had been thinking about my potential for glove drought for quite some time. however, today while driving in silver lake, i thought i spotted a glove on the side of the road. Tony pulled over and screeched to a halt, and i gasped, "what are you doing?!?" in my confusion, as i thought he had lost his mind. he replied, "i'm supporting your dirty glove project!" aw, what a guy. i grabbed a napkin, jumped out of the car, and walked back up the street toward the crumpled object. sadly, it was only a lonely men's sock.
i thought about picking it up, but i'm not yet desperate enough to resort to rescuing lonely socks. maybe soon, but not yet.
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