There are certain days in the Summer when you simply are not allowed to have plans. You roll out of bed sometime around 11:48 to the sound of your cell phone ringing underneath your pillow. You probably fell asleep in the same clothes that you were wearing last night, and most likely you were planning on sleeping off whatever night time antics occurred the previous evening. The cell phone has very different plans however, and is absolutely relentless in requesting that you open your eyes.
When you finally get around to finding the phone and picking up the call, without doubt it is one of your close friends who, unlike you, is already wide awake and in front of your house to pick you up to head down to the beach for the rest of the day. Because it is far too early in the morning to formulate any sort of effective argument as to why you can’t go you roll out of bed, you throw some water on the face, bruth your teeth and proceed with going downstairs, grabbing a poptart, throwing on your summer shoes and jumping into the car.
The reason for my narrative (Besides the fact that I just like writing a whole bunch with a generally uneeded amount of extravagance and fluff.) is to speak on the idea of the “summer shoe.”
When you finally get around to finding the phone and picking up the call, without doubt it is one of your close friends who, unlike you, is already wide awake and in front of your house to pick you up to head down to the beach for the rest of the day. Because it is far too early in the morning to formulate any sort of effective argument as to why you can’t go you roll out of bed, you throw some water on the face, bruth your teeth and proceed with going downstairs, grabbing a poptart, throwing on your summer shoes and jumping into the car.
The reason for my narrative (Besides the fact that I just like writing a whole bunch with a generally uneeded amount of extravagance and fluff.) is to speak on the idea of the “summer shoe.”
When Summer comes around there quite simply isn’t time to be sorting through a box of sneakers trying to find the perfect SB or latest Jordan offering. When it comes to the Summer schedule there has to be a shoe that gets worn absolutely every single day regardless of the destinanation and without a second thought. The shoes will usually start off the Summer in great condition: brilliant color, fresh laces. Than by the end of the season they will most likely be fully destroyed with holes, rips, tears, stains, and exsisting in a completely different color than the one they started as. It’s all part of the beautiful process that only comes about in Summer.
I ordered a fresh pair of Vans Chukka Del Barco's a few weeks back and they finally made it through the eBay commute and to my front door. There they sit primed and clean for the moment, completely unaware the amount of pavement, skateboard grip tape, grass, sand, and utter life that they are about to come into contact with over the next couple months. i'll leave you with a classic to get your summer started. stay safe people.
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