happiness is free shoes

I picked up a rockin' pair of shoes this week, for free, and they've made my feet so happy. They're low-cut hiking Merrells, with really tough ass soles. Turn them over and they'll yell "gravel, i'm gonna eat you, motherfucker!". Yeah, tough like that.

I got them for free because a certain collective member left them behind when she moved back to Cape Breton. They were sitting there in the corner, as quiet and quivering as orphans, when I laid eyes on them Sunday night. It was fate and they are bound to me forever now. The shoes probably wish they were on a farm out east with a pick-up and a dog right now, but mwahaha. I may just set them free before I die so that they can escape my funeral pyre and live out their life to its natural end, but probably not.

I think I've finally found the ones -- my backpacking shoes for years to come. When it's right, you just know...don't you?