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Luck is on my side this time, and I’m in the woods with the clothes inme back into the oversized male I am

As I step into the jeans, I can’t help re Mercy’s sht I should look her up if I’ to be here a while

No, I shake that thought away She’s upper class, white bread Even if we have great cheirl like her could even think about spending ti this place out and then get the hell on the road

Shoes I don’t have shoes

I learned early shoes are pretty vital necessities I can wear shabby clothes and be a rich man, but no rich man walks around barefoot In a town this size, I don’t expect to find a Goodwill I can hit up for a pair of used Chucks

Slipping into an alley, I cling to the side of a stripof a real estate office, a twenty-four hour copy shop, and a dry cleaner when I spot race across the street: Andy’s Gym

Quickly, I look right then left and skip across to it People don’t go barefoot to gy a shoe repair shop, I have to hope so to the office

I’e size, but either way, I’ll stuff my toes into whatever I can find to appear somewhat respectable

“Hey, bro” A tall, chubby white guy points at me from behind the juice bar

I pause inshoes, but I don’t have a choice in my current situation

“Hey,” I say, looking down and not stopping

“You’re new in town” He’s following right behindquickly toward the exit

“Just passing through,” I say, even though I know I’ve decided to stay a bit longer

“I can see you’ve worked in a gy for a job?”

He’s saying the words so fast, I don’t even register his last sentence until y just on the other side of the glass