I LOVE THESE SHOES!!!!!!!!!!!
whilst I have many mental illness idiosyncrasies, one of my main problems is being unable to throw away shoes. those shoes have a history! my memories are attached to those shoes. This is where my shoes have taken me... the journey of my sole
Being held at gunpoint in Prague.
Being lost in the map in Amsterdam
Waiting in line to see Michelangelo's David in Tuscany
Being a hardcore punk in Cork
Making fart jokes in Berlin
Statue Miming in Oslo
Jiving next to some giant speakers in Ladbroke Grove
Hanging out in Washington Square Park, New York City
to be honest I can't really bring myself to throw them out, even though they are covered in dirty crap and mud and practically falling off my feet. I have put them in the bin, but I think they either deserve a proper burial or to be dipped in bronze and placed on a plaque to mark the history they served in my life.