My Love For Jeans
Oh, how much delight I find in seeing a brand new pair of Jeans. What more joy can exist when you see a pair of Jeans?
I told people, any person I see around me that they should get a new pair of Jeans if they wish to be happy with their life. I told them, Jesus loves Jeans. Jesus was a fashion boy. He wear Jeans, skinny Jeans, acid-washed when he was on the cross! I learned from that experience to not ask that question in a church. I just love Jeans. Once, I was driving home after purchasing my 8th pair of Jeans this month, the whole time I was staring at the crests and beauty of my Jeans and crashed into the truck in front of me, who was stopped by the red stoplight. It was a light crash but I hadn’t realize it then. I kept on driving as I stared at my new pair of Jeans for another mile, pushing along the truck forward slowly. I imagine now the truck and I casually cruised through the red light while multiple cars blared their horns.
What is causing all that noise, I wondered.
It was a decent surprise I found when I look up, the truck had managed to spin a complete 180 degrees as I was staring at my Jeans which allow me to be face to face with the truck. The driver and I made eye contact and I winked. He wasn’t winking back. I winked again with my other eye. Strange. Oh. My bad.
