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So I started running, for the most random reason ever. I needed to buy new shoes, but I didn't know where a shoe store was, so i drove around until I found one. The first one I found was the Boulder Running Company, and I was too lazy to go anywhere else, or interject while they were carefully measuring my feet, videotaping me running, and finding
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Once upon a time, next to that Kinko's, there was a Schlotsky's *and* Beatnik's Bagles. Beatnik's was the purveyor of the most excellent bagles that God hath ever seen fit to put upon this Earth, and for prices which were within the reach of all.
Then, those landlords jacked up the rent, and Beatnik's was no more. Like a vile, cancerous growth, the Boulder Running Company did expand into it, and there was much wailing into the night by the graveyard shift of the Kinko's.
But lo! worse was still to come. For soon, the Schlotsky's did itself also close, and from whence they had gone, the Boulder Running Company expanded once again, so that where once there was a great bounty of delicious things for the denizens of Kinko's to eat, now there was only shoes.
Also: some day, I may have to buy some running shoes. I also really need to stop reading H.P. Lovecraft.
That is all.
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