After my visit to the optometrist, from where I was poked and prodded, puffed and dropped I knew exactly where I needed to go. Three years ago, about a week after buying my current pair of eyeglass frames, I was walking West on Solano Avenue, just enjoying the day. I resist describing this action as walking “down” Solano Avenue, as this seems to convey some sense of South, which is inaccurate and untrue. Regardless of the felt direction, I walked past an optometrists office and in the display of eyeglass frames window there they were, the glasses I really wanted, the frames that my Nike “the eyes lead the body” style were imitating. They were legit, old school, horn-rimmed glasses with the signature Malcolm X rivets. I was filled with an immediate sense of the betrayal happening on my face. Oh well I thought, I suppose I’ll just have to wait to get those for my next pair.
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