old friends, they shine like diamonds
old friends, you can always call
old friends, lord you can’t buy ’em
you know it’s old friends after all
— the prophet guy clark
Going through stuff to throw out. Keep nothing you haven’t used in the last year. Must be ruthless. No room for sentimentality.
And then i come across these guys. Oh, well. Maybe i’ll just toss my dress shoes to make room for them. I almost never wear a dress anyhow.
And yes, they still smell really, really bad.