Three pairs. Two running and the fancy pants pair.

Duct tape. Because apparently, it is silver.

Some band in San Fransico. I remember specifically the boredom of the long drive.

Depends on the ghost. I mean, a ghost in a sheet that just says boo all the time vs a cute girl with a badass wound in a loose summer dress and long locks of dark hair that shines with her empty amber eyes in the moon light who likes reading classic novels, can react with the physical world, has a tragic past due to illness and which I decide to find a cute for and then we would have 2 children in our large two story house by the lake...

Saturday.

Freshmen year of college. I would remember the lottery numbers, know all my classes materials, and talk to a certain some one much earlier.

A cat. Because then maybe a cute girl might let me sleep on her lap...

For longest nap...

Milk. Lots of it.

National Geographic. Or Science.

I wish I went to Japan.

I would like more rain and fog. That is my kind of weather.

Pluto, because fuck you scientist.

Now they wouldn't be hidden if I told you.

A second chance.

No. Wait, yes, yes I am.

Boxing.

What?

My grandfather.

Never, I do it all in the afternoon.