Fucking shoes… I had to sleep in that car because she wanted to sleep in the middle of the freeway that connects Venice and Vicenza. And my shoes were all wet. The smell was insufferable, and so was the feeling in my feet.
And then- what for? Think about them: you work all day, with shoes doing nothing but limiting the true potential of a part of your body that was meant to be free -maybe to grow proper callosities for protection.
I hate all shoes. All of them.