My converse shoes have been with me for a good couple of years now but I think it's almost time for me to bid them a forlorn farewell. Though the soles are still intact, signs of wear and tear are plain obvious everywhere else -- from the ragged insoles which are virtually disintegrating and the many holes along the sides. In fact, there are a couple of holes large enough for me to slide in at least three of my fingers with relative ease. That my shoes will fall apart on me as I'm wearing them during one of my regular exploits in town is inevitable. It's just a matter of when.Thus, it is time for a change indeed but like all things which you eventually grow into, growing out of them is not so easy. They've become more than just part of my habiliments; every inch of them, from the fraying threads, the holes, the unwashable grime and dirt, seem to have become an extension of my character and personality... Heck, those shoes were COMFORTABLE. Like VERY COMFORTABLE. I'm really going to miss wearing them. If shoes could talk, I'm sure they'd have quite a tale to tell!! LOL
But after all is said and done, I just lurrrrrrve my new Onitsuka Tiger to bits! =p
