So, a lot of people around me are surprised to hear that i'm going on an indefinite antonio sabattical jr. on the shoe game...
Mentioned to y'all that i just picked up a pair of Clarks and a week ago, a pair of low top chucks.
This past saturday, i went to a birthday party and a lot of dudes were rocking heat.
All i could think of was...

It truly made me miss the days where i would stunt and it was almost always a conversation piece with fellow sneaker heads and people who thought you had dandy feetwear. This couple had matching varsity red vi's, a baby had the grape XIII's, another baby the bred IVs (this little tyke was adorable, she had kankles to go w/ dem jays

), the retro blue foams, the back/white force max and last but least - some team jordans with patent leather in the toe that looked like a cross between the carmelos, bred XI's and XJ 900's.
Although i'm out of it, the remants of shoe-dom still remain in the dome (it will just take time for it wane from the psyche... but never completely).
If I could put together an analogy, I’d say that being a reformed sneaker head is like getting jumped out of a gang; you’re glad you did it because you can finally move on and have a life beyond your old habits… but when you see it again, it makes you wanna bang out and just do something tumtamble.
Now being a regular shoe guy when you were once label the "sneaker head" is quite a transition.
Slowly but surely.
Pardon my rant... just miss this thing - and you guys as well.
*hugs*
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