Green Sweater

We climbed in through your window. I don't remember why. But I remember the sky. I t was grey and hanging low. You lay on your back with the girl I liked on the railway bridge over the river downtown. We stole the green sweater with a hole in the elbow. Rick kept the sweater that he said had been his to begin, until I wore it and it became mine. A few years later, in another city, a girl I liked with pale skin and candy red hair wore the green sweater. It looked great on her. I've not seen it since.

The Boot Is Dead

Long Live The Boot

Buying new footwear is a big event in my life. Like the passing of an emperor, it marks the end and the beginning of an era. I used to own one pair of shoes at a time. As well as one pair of boots. I would wear both until they were unwearable, buy new ones and repeat the process. So I really had to like them because I would see them everytime I looked down for at least a year. In the case of boots, two or three winters.

Now that I am rich beyond my wildest dreams (which says a lot about the wildness of my dreams) I have a lavish six pair shoe collection. I still had only one pair of boots, though, and I somehow manage to make these ones last 9 years! Must be the unwintery winters over here in Japan. Granted they've looked like crap for the last three or four years but they've just become uncomfortable this year.

I picked up a new pair this week thus ushering in a new era. So far they are stiff and have cut up my ankles pretty bad, but I have high hopes for this new regime. Peace, prosperity and shiny leather.