boots
i’ve wanted some steel-toe, shitkicker boots for as long as i can remember. probably since the first time i ever saw tank girl (and subsequently paint-penned my 10th grade self a target t-shirt). two years ago, an ex offered me a pair (this is a man who, during our courtship, hand-fashioned me a pair of brass knuckles and has on more than one occasion offered me knives as a token of his affection, so the boots were on the milder side of his generosity).
i declined. half of my head was shaved to the scalp at the time, and i was being pursued full speed by skinheads, so i didn’t feel as though i needed that particular addition to my wardrobe. i didn’t want to fan the proverbial flames.
in the past few months, however, i have come to rue that decision. turns out, it is pretty fucking hard to come by some quality boots at a fair price. doc martens are shit now, apparently (having sold the name and abandoned the quality). gripfasts are exceedingly expensive (upwards 150 bucks!). i used ebay for the first time in the hopes of procuring some, and was immediately outbid past my price range. just as i was starting to lose all hope, i was directed towards the army supply store on highway 1. i walked into a dirty, cramped shop that left much to be desired in the way of organization (and this is coming from a girl who can’t currently see her bedroom floor), and was directed to a large metal bin filled with used shoes. it contained everything from jungle boots to spats, few pairs of which were attached at the laces. after 20 minutes of searching, though, i emerged: 12-eyelet, perfectly broken, fitting me like cinderella. $15.
i don’t want to take them off.
1 year ago • Notes