7 & 14

over the weekend, mike told me that he's never seen me cry before. i quickly reminded him of times that he has seen me cry. there were many.
but, it got me thinking. i cry a lot. like this morning when i got an email with some ambiguously bad news. not terrible news (no one's dead or even injured), but disappointing.
i cried last thursday night waiting for the c train because it took more than twenty minutes to arrive.
i almost never fight the feeling, because i dont want zits or veins that pop out of my forehead.
the last time i wanted to cry but held it in was when i was shopping this past weekend for new sneakers at the adidas store. i found the shoes i wanted--adidas boston supers in tan mesh, obviously--but the salesperson said they only had them in size 7 and size 14.
i wear size 11--i know, i know, but it's not true. big shoes, teeny dick.

love,
gabe