Something In The Air

For the last 4 months I have been forcing myself to power walk every morning. I've come to enjoy it, save one obstacle . . . the overperfumed high schooler. It could choke a horse. But I remembered my own youth, and my father choking on the Jade East, English Leather, and Hai Karate that were the staples of our time in pimpleville. So I pull up my hoodie to cover my mouth and nose, and press on!