…I didn’t get the crocs. The biggest reason I was going to was because, well, they’re cheap, and I can’t be investing but so much into this golf. It’s already becoming an obsession, but I ain’t got the money to be a golfer. I can just afford to play golf. There’s a difference.
Anyway, at the suggestion of my man BG, I went with some Footjoys. And, I must say, I don’t feel like so much of an amateur at the range. Granted, golf shoes don’t change the fact that I usually swing in a beater and hooping shorts, but thems the breaks. To tell the truth, I can’t figure out why they don’t play golf in hooping shorts already. It’s hot as hell out there.
(Random note — Max asked where I’m writing these days. Right now, nowhere. I’ve been meaning to freelance more, but it’s been hectic with the radio stuff. I’ll do a longer post on that later, but know this — I write. That’s what I do. No matter how deep I get in this radio thing, I’ll always be a writer doing radio, even if people I ever wrote in the first place. Times are just a little hard for writers, though.)
June 19, 2008
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