4.12.10

made for walking

i bought my pink cowboy boots for a halloween costume when i lived in the 555. miraculous things have happened in them. i bought them and wore them for the first vegoose festival and i think that they were on my feet for the acid test that same halloween. they've walked me through the hallway's of madison avenue fashion magazines, they've moved mantles out of harlem brownstones.

they've been slept in.

they've been backstage and onstage.

they've climbed trees with no limbs in the dead of night - no one believed i'd make it up in cowboy boots but they didn't understand.... these particular boots make things happen.

it's true.

whenever i wear them i know something amazing is about to occur.

i met mikey in these boots. i drove georgia in these boots. i raced jack's porsche down 19th ave in these boots. and won. of course.

after wandering around brooklyn, getting chased in the projects, licked on the face, and locked out, i then slept on marley's stoop in these boots. and nothing bad happened.

they were on my feet for almost every road trip that ever mattered. they've carried me over deserts and concrete and countless concerts.

they're beaten and worn and the heels are slowly being stomped off... somewhere along the line they got covered in paint. but i'll probably wear them until they cannot be worn anymore. i will wear these boots to pieces.

if you see me and i'm wearing them, stick with me..... and hang on.