My friend told me once that if I wanted to make my love life exciting, I should fall in love, break my heart, and fall again. Sure, she sounded nuts like Joker but it worked for her. For me, I guess it don't start with falling in love.
What happened...
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Life is hard when you think it is. It is even harder when you realize that what you had before was gone and all that's left were French fries and Pokemon TCG's in picture frames, plus a friend who offered help but she was out there having a goody chitchat with a taxi driver. But life strikes the hardest when you are torn between Giorgio Armani and Coco Chanel. Oh God! Imagine how that feels.
I already bought myself a limited edition Converse Pride, two Miami Heat New Era Hardwood Classic Fitted hat, a New York Knicks Camelo Anthony Blue Player Swingman Road Jersey, and a tattered jeans form Levi's. Though I wonder if being here in Chanel would give me the downtown look I was aiming for. But God! Look at the coats, it made me so supercali . . . um . . . Cali, fragile lipstick, Wikipedia genius? I don't remember the exact word but I'm sure it sounded that way.
I trudged back and forth, feeling tired by now, while half of my mind shouting me, buy that bitch and you'll move on, on every coats that I passed by. I had been loosely abusing my wallet for some random things that wasn't even part of my list to buy. And I'd bet all that I bought, I wasn't even fifty percent of what's downtown trend. And the move on part, I don't know. I wasn't feeling even the slightest change on my spirit. I still got Jackson running over my head. All that I felt was worried that I might squander all my money.
I was awkwardly looking for the coat that I saw online when the salesclerk came offering me a couple of coats that looked like what I described to her earlier. It's long and it's black. It was the third time that I waved my head and the third time for her to give me that vexed face. Without even coming near me, she turned her back and walked towards the other salesclerk calling for substitute
Jazz, with the good head of helping, was supposed to be the one choosing clothes for me because shopping up was all her idea. But looking at her outside the store talking to that Asian taxi driver, I guess she'd be having her fourth boyfriend for this month. Though, it made me green with envy 'cause that dude's hot.
Before they found me dead because of envy, I focused myself on the coats. Another salesclerk came with hangers of coats in her both hands.
"Sir, these are long and obviously black." She said her smile forced. "And I'm afraid these are the last from our stack that are long and black, sir."
"I'm not seeing what I saw online." I said rubbing my chin.
She let out a sigh. "Are you sure you saw long and black, sir?"
I nodded. "I'm sure it's long and black."
"Are you sure that you're browsing the official website of Chanel, sir?"
"I saw Coco in there."
"Is it furry, sir, or maybe thick?"
I shrugged.
"Maybe you want to try our latest, sir." She said showing me the coats that, in my perspective, was not for downtown. "If you're going for an avant-garde, sir, you may try with chains we got them long and black. You may also want to try our long whites. And inspired by our Latin friends, we have them medium and black."
