The
shoes were a stinky contraption of leather, rubber and canvas held together by
man made threads. The logo design was no longer important because they just
hung on the wire. On the wire the shoes told everybody that a bad man lived
here and to stay away.
Everyday they were a constant reminder
to him that he let a banger take his shoes. Shoes his daddy bought for him,
just before he left. His momma was so mad when he came home that she beat him.
And now he hides under the porch smoking pot
barefooted in the mud.
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