It’s Time to Get My Sneaker Game Right

For the record, I feel that any man past the age of 30 wearing sneakers, let alone collecting them, definitely suffers from an acute mental disorder. There comes a point in a persons life when he/she must make a decision. The choice is simple.

Do I continue to live my life like a cheesed doodled face bedraggled microbe, clad in clown-ware?

Or, should I comport myself with a modicum of decency, integrity, and a higher decorum?

Having said that, I am a citizen of a country whose inhabitants relish the inane, watch pornography throughout the work week, and kill each other for moronic footwear.

“The Fly” doesn’t melt when things get hot. He’s not a fucking snowman, despite being cool as shit. I sold out of ONCE, booking a two day +12% gain. With half of the proceeds, I started a position in FINL, in an attempt to profit from the rising murder rate, in and around retailers of Air’d Jordan sneakers.

Cash is heavy, so don’t fuck with me. I’ll murder you, whether you have stupid sneakers on or not.