Me and red shoes go way back like oppression and revolution. Here we are in a picture from a house party circa last Winter. Don't mind the crotch shots, it's all about the red kicks. Delicious.
So when I discovered developing holes in the heels of my red asics I was crestfallen.
A near slip and fall on a wet day a few weeks ago illustrated that the forefoot was soon to be balder than Michael Jordan. But the holes in the heels...terminal.
You see before the red Asics Whizzer Lows it was red Puma racing shoes. Before the Pumas it was red Diesels.
A sleek pair of red shoes is as essential to my wardrobe as numbers on a clock.
So while I squeeze the last few wears out of these Asics, I must now go in search of another comfortable, low profile, sleek red slipper to compliment my jeans.
Will it be a pair of Pumas? Nike Dunks? Sneaky Steves?
Who knows? Who gives a damn besides me?
I give a damn, a goddamn in fact, Asics. You have my heart, you have my soul. Stay fly. R.I.P.
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