Back in February of 2003, when Marisa and I first met, I owned a track suit. Not just any track suit, an original 1970's edition Adidas navy blue with white stripes track suit. Top of the line. Best of its kind. Although she remains hesitant to admit this particular fact, that track suit was the sole reason Marisa fell head over heals in love with me. Much to Marisa's chagrin, the track suit disappeared shortly after I made her acquaintance. And you better believe I searched high and low for months for such a prized possession. I mean, that track suit is a classic, the type of thing that you bequeath to grand children. A true family heirloom.
Well, a little over two years after its disappearance, the track suit eventually turned up, hidden in the back of my brother's closet. I suspect he tried it on one day and realized the supernatural abilities that are bestowed upon the wearer of a track suit. In truth, the track suit is akin to a superhero's uniform. Had track suits been available to Clark Kent, I'm quite sure that Superman would have emerged from that telephone booth wearing a track suit rather than little red panties on the outside of his tights.
Ok, welcome back to the present.
On our last day in La Paz, Marisa and I wandered the streets, taking care of a few odds and ends before embarking upon another marathon bus ride. While strolling through the black market looking for socks, I found myself drowning in the overwhelming crowd of cheap clothing stalls. For those who know me, I do not like shopping. After about 10 minutes I get tunnel vision and need to sit down. Just as the walls began closing in, I saw something out of the corner of my eye that made my heart skip a beat and sent a chill down my spine. We had arrived in an area of the black market that sold nothing but track suits! Puma, Nike, Reebok, Lotto, and of course... Adidas! Invigorated by their presence, I knew I must purchase one immediately or surely perish.
I am proud to say that the man typing to you at this very moment is no longer a mere mortal, but a man wearing a bootleg Bolivian fake Adidas track suit. Superman ain't got shit on me!
Watch out world!Mike.
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