So, it seems yearrrrrrs ago, Mark lent Chris and old ass pair of A-Stars for a ride (Chris has now moved up in the world and bought his own foot meats).
Well Chris could not hook up with Mark so the boots ended up on my front porch for yearrrrrs. When I moved I opened the bag they were in and found that the soles were coming off (no wonder Mark never picked them up). I, in need of gear for the road set out to fix them. Yeah Shoe Goo! Me gots a good par of foot meats for the road.
Perhaps I should start a journal: Where in the World are Denverbusa's Boots?
(the names in this story were changed to protect the innocent--not)