I’m in Memphis, driving around with a man who’s either my uncle or someone from work.
We go to a print store that also sells bags. I see a red leather backpack that’s on sale. The straps were kind of messed up, one was black and one was brown. Other people wanted it. We’re browsing the prints but my uncle says he doesn’t want to cause a racial incident.
We have shirts made. The shirt is nice because the facing on the placket is the selvedge.
We get coffee from a shack-type place that’s supposed to be amazing. I order decaf cappuccino and they laugh at me. They look in the back and it turns out to be a warehouse for a big bag of decaf beans.
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