Some homework I did half-assed.
This was the case that held my triumphs. When I traveled it caressed my foot and held onto it, my shoe.
Now, it deteriorated into a warped mess. The laces dusty, the sole ripping further and further down unto the arch.
It smelt of my deminishing sweat, absorbed into the upholstry of the linings and leaving a permanent moistness that
disgusted the crudest of people. I flashed back to my first class in gym, all the compliments I recieved; “Cool shoes, bro!”
Nowadays I get the oppisite, “Nasty shoes, bro!” Opinions changing based just on the looks of my foot protecting
gear. It was all for naught though, I wasn’t going to switch my shoes, not even my shoes, my FEET based on
others thoughts. It was then I slid my foot into the comfortable and familier outline that I had pressed into the sole
long ago and wore them yet again. Just one more time, for now.
That was brilliant.
Pure, brilliance.
Not bad for half-assed.I wonder how it’d be if you did it full-assedly.
that awesome!!