Listen. I don’t want to tell you how to live your life.
If you want to wear socks with your Birkenstocks, be my guest. I didn’t want to see your feet anyway. You want to eat a tub of cream cheese while rollerblading through the park, tiger? Go for it. Always wanted to take a selfie at the Grand Canyon on the edge of a precipice? Live your best life, preferably attached to a harness of some kind.
But if someone wants to sell you an upside down burger, well, I don’t know what to tell you.
















