The resting place of my shoe is the end result of a drunken night (about a year ago) of shoe toss (drunk game we play where you let the shoe sit on your foot loosely and proceed to kick it as far as possible), and thinking we could clear the overpass from the street... my shoe hit the side first and the second attempt I decided to add more loft... yeah...
If anyone wants to know what happened to the other shoe it may or may not be still on top of the Weston's bakery roof. I'm sure it's gone by now, the workers usually take their smoke breaks on the roof.
Monday, March 31, 2008
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8 comments:
wicked blog, dude.
I feel it unfortunate that you would just throw away such an item-- a shoe-- when there are people in this city who can't afford them. Talk about taking things for granted.
Just kidding. Sorta.
nice username terrilyn... "don't tell me what to do, i do what i want"
oh, my word, terence. you kill me. i think you need to take a picture of the shoe from above. you can do it.
sinner i'll definitely try just for you!
Needs more podcasts.
I am forever going to search for the second shoe.
Life will not be complete unless your shoe turns up...
I see they are size 9... makes it easier to find...
cheers
it's on top of the Weston's bakery, I kicked the other shoe up there on the way home. At the time I figured I wouldn't need the other shoe, it might still be there. A quest to find my other shoe will begin soon.
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