Question I was asked:
The first time you had your shoes taken off -how suprised were you to see that you still had toes?
My A to Q:
So I know this really tight spot in SF near Baker's Beach, right in the cutty, nice as fuck --definitely a place to just kick it. It was a nice day so I decided to hit the beach up with my good pal Ria. Got there around 6 & stayed there til about 930. We were watching the sunset the entire time and fuckin with our new cameras. When we got there, it was warm as fuck. At about 930, it was COLD as fuck. As usual, females don't think when it comes to wardrobe and dressing accordingly. Both of us had left our shoes in my car. FML. I literally grabbed the big roll of paper towels we brought with us, wrapped the shit outta our feet, put our socks over all that, and walked halfway through the beach struggling for survival. COLD AS FUCK, I probably stopped about 5 times to check if my toes were still getting blood flow. Finally, we reached the car and I almost cried. My toes didn't need amputation (thank God), nor did Ria's. It was just about the happiest moment of my deer little life. Damn what if I lost em? How in the world would I be able to balance during yoga??....
