“This is my chance. I’m tired of everyone thinking we’re the same.” The dryer door swings open. The sock hides himself up against the side wall… (arm feeling around inside) “I know he’s in there…” Sometimes he grabs on to a sweater. Give him a little head start. And then he takes off down the street… (chase scene music) “Da dada… Dada dada…” How could one sock even survive in the world? In what circumstance? On a golf club? Puppet show? Amputee? There’s just not that many options. Sometimes you’ll see one sock just lying there in the street…
