Today I bid a final farewell to my, now broken and still only, pair of Timberlands. The outsole has come unhindged, flapping about and I'm walking around like a clown. A sexy sexy clown.They were a birthday present to me from my mother and the first day i wore them was on my birthday, April 27th, 2000. It also happened to be Mason Day at GMU and performing on stage in front of our little library was non other than RUN DMC. My new boots helped kick my way through guys twice my size and at least 5 times drunker than me to reach the front of the crowd, within spitting distance of the stage.
When it was over, there were so many scars, stains and scuffs on my new birthday boots that I didn't know whether to feel happy or sad. And as they have served me well everyday since, I'm again unsure whether to feel happy or sad.
In any case, both my spirits and my perceived height will drop without you and I'll literally have to watch my step now that I don't have your steel-toed support.
Goodbye Tims.
2 comments:
Where is the after shot?
There is no aftershot if i have no camera =(
Goodbye camera.
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