Hmm. What could that reason possibly be? Could it be his recollection of my dragging him to alternashops on a biweekly basis throughout the duration of our university years so I could spend the entirety of my paychecks building the finest collection of Doc Martens, weird sneakers, and various contraptions vaguely resembling platform shoes that the world has ever known? Surely not.
Lest there be some question that I like odd shoes, the last time I saw Spudsy, he asked, “What clown did you kill to steal those shoes?” LOL!
[This is so not work safe.]
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