Chucks

Beverage: same as yesterday

Toast: to old shoes!

 

I bought these at DSW in South Windsor. I remember thinking long and hard before buying them. Did I want to be the guy in these shoes? They seemed childish. Plus, with feet my size sometimes shoes look a lot different on. These seemed clownish, and I didn't want to be that.

But at length, Beth sauntered by and said something like "Oh. Buy those." So I did. Sometimes i think I should hire Beth to walk around behind me telling me what to do.

It took a while to warm up to them but now I even wear them to work on Fridays occasionally. It's funny: but the shoes you are wearing definitely affects your mood and mindset. I remember in school when I was a punk rocker type I had these old draggy engineer boots with a broken buckle. They clang-dragged when I walked and it gave me a feeling of menace that I enjoyed a little too much.

One semester when I was cartooning for the paper I had to go deliver some political comics. It was the first day back from break and unbeknownst to me, the whole newspaper staff was having a big meeting. Here I come clang-dragging my leather jacketed long haired self down the stairs to the bullpen. The whole place was a tomb, everybody staring at me. Big open space and

Clang..... Drag.

Clang..... Drag.

It must have taken 7 seconds to cross the room to the advisor and drop my stuff but it seemed like seven minutes. The advisor liked me because I was the only political cartoonist they had and he was all grins, stifling a laugh at the discord between grungy me and the bright-faced newsies all put out that their meeting was disturbed. I grinned at him and then snarled back at the young journalists. He was the only one who knew I was harmless.

Personally, I blame the shoes.

 

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