Monday, February 8, 2010
I have my Father's eyes
Well, not really. And he's not my father either, he's a friend's father. But they're my eyes.
A few years ago my friend, Kim, and I were in Hollywood doing the tourist thing. We stumbled on a really crazy store with lots of crazy things. I want to say it catored to the goth/Vampire scene. They had stuff like preserved snakes and bats, and sold books, candles, capes, and canes. They also had a collection of glass eyes. So Kim and I decided to get one each ans a souvenir for that day. I'm not sure how I ended up with both of them, but one still belongs to Kim.