Since I've taken the puppies' training a bit more consistently, Vicky insisted that I buy myself some proper walking shoes. After spending all of 1.5 minutes in Foot Locker amongst a dozen or so playaz*, we beat a hasty retreat and crossed the mall to the significantly less busy Athlete's Foot. After a quick measuring and assessment without a single mention of "bros" or "hoes" from the in-store music selection, I walked out with brand new sneakers!
I haven't owned a pair of sneakers since I was in primary school, and now I own a pair that I consider the most expensive item in my wardrobe.
They're white with blue gel stuff.
-Anthony
* playaz [plahy-uhz] n.
- See douchebags sense 2
lookin' back on when
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