A Jock Sock

I just remembered this one time when my cousin Vonscott was playing football for the Cowboys while we were in elementary school and he left his sock at my house. I have no idea why I remembered this right now. But then, at 3:29 in the morning, no one really thinks clearly anyway unless they've slept all day, which I haven't. My English teacher says the brain is a pattern seeking device, on a mission to turn chaos into order, but oddly enough, most of my moments of genius are born of chaos within the mind. This blog is merely a form of release for some of that chaos which I don't care to bring to order unless necessary. Now out of the chaos which is random memory, a reverie is born. I must now sit and ponder Master Bagels' teachings in search of deep thoughts that I won't bother to post because they are chaos for my brain to order on it's own. . . Ya know, I still remember what that sock smelled like.