“have i officially hit rock bottom?“

that was the thought going through my head yesterday.
here i was,
looking stylish because that is who i am,
standing in a suburban forest line with a ton of white folks…

…for the chance to get a free hoodie and a chicken sandwich.

now to my defense,
i went just to get the hoodie.

i love a good hoodie to lounge around the house or run quick in.

the free chicken sandwich was a bonus but still.
the fact that i was even in the line felt so foreign to me.
when i living in new yawk,
i never left my crib to stand in line for:

a hoodie
a chicken sandwich
i don’t even think i’d stand in line to meet rihanna and that’s fonting a lot.

…but yesterday?
i got up early to go around the corner for something free.

something i didn’t even get because i was number 13 too late.
i did get the free sandwich though and bought some fries.

i don’t know if i should look at it as:

“i actually got up and did something i probably would never have done last year”

or…

…is this what starting over actually looks like?