June 5, 2010
The last time Cory's tennis shoes felt this white was back in 2004. Stu, whom he had just met, and Ramiro teased him about them during their smoke breaks together. Today, Cory donned his new shoes and slid into the cavernous jaws of IKEA. With a roll of down in hand, he caught his reflection in the mirror of a large walk-in closet. Those melt-your-heart candles, those sad, Nelly Furtado songs, and those sleepless nights were safe in Cory's subconscious--but there was no kidding himself. He would have to stop skimming the surface of life soon.