Saturday, September 22, 2007
nature-hide
These are my new "get tough" shoes -- dead-stock Dexters from the 1980s. They are either hip or incredibly ugly—probably both. I purchased them at a thrift store owned by a large man who refers to himself in the third-person as "Hollywood" (As in: "Girl, don't you know that when you try something on you're supposed to come out here and let Hollywood see?!" -- jm). The tag on them says that since the leather is untreated "you will notice briar scratches, fence marks and fat wrinkles." What am I supposed to be doing in these, breaking out of jail?
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