I carry a briefcase when I leave for class, dressed in platform shoes, coke-bottle glasses, and bright tinny braces. It was my uniform, though I’d not learned of uniforms yet.
MORNING COMMUTE by Jeff Dosser
I carry a briefcase when I leave for class, dressed in platform shoes, coke-bottle glasses, and bright tinny braces. It was my uniform, though I’d not learned of uniforms yet.