Summer ain't over. Neither is my need for new shades. While $12 gas station sunglasses are always fun in a novel sort of way, designer sunglasses are the desire of every girl worth her saltine crackers.
One time I had a pair of sunglasses that I really loved. I must have been about 13 or so at the time. They weren't exactly Gucci or Chanel or anything like that, but they were probably pushing $100 or so, most likely from the surf shop. Anyway, I was playing video games with a friend (and whooping ass), when he decided to throw his arms down with rage because of the outcome of the game. Unfortunately, my prized sunglasses were sitting right there between us on the bed. Smashed to bits.
Why do I bring this up? Well, this post would have been awful empty if it were only the 1st paragraph. Hence the need for the story and this summation paragraph.