I have an oddity.

I have Mr. Rogers shoes.

I mean I have the whole fucking thing down solid and it just happened.

I come home and switch my postal uniform for my home uniform. I even swap shoes. Shirt and Jacket for a Montreal Canadiens sweater.

Slacks for plaid cotton pyjamas;

head for heart.

Man I am changing it out like that.

And fucking shoes, Mr. Rogers shoes.

I am a neighbourhood father.

And drunk.

-Sid