I buy a couple pairs of Vans a year and wear them till they look like this. Right up to the point where they start to let small rocks in through the soles. Then I photograph them, build a small cedar boat, light them afire, and play taps with my mouth trumpet in full salute. That last part is a lie. But no lie, these are probably my 15th pair of these same style Vans in about 10 years.
Why do I do this? The last 3 weeks of their life. They become one with my foot. In otherwords, the last 3 weeks have been glorious.
Goodbye Number 15, you’ve served your duty well.