When I was young, I desperately wanted some "Osaga" running shoes (they were all the rage). They had these ultra cool soles that looked like the tire tread of a motorcycle dirt-bike. My friend had a pair and I was convinced he was faster than me because of the shoes.
After much begging, I finally got a pair of Osagas. I felt I could run faster than the wind. The depression I felt from being slow and listless had vanished. I was high on life again!
Two days later, I tore a hole in the side of them, and was depressed again.
This was the kind of depression that went beyond the time my mom bought me "fake" Nike's, where the "swoosh" was upside-down.
Ultimately, I snapped out of it when I told my dad I would get an amateur radio technician's license (my dad loved HAM radio for some unexplained reason) in exchange for a $110 pair of Nike's (at the time, VERY expensive). He bought them, and I didn't get the license until 10 yrs later.
6 Comments:
At March 05, 2007 5:44 PM, Anonymous said…
Fuck yeah they can.
Seriously, you are unsure about this?
At March 05, 2007 7:27 PM, Frankly, Scarlett said…
By themselves? No.
Fabulous shoes AND a COCKTAIL?? ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY!
At March 05, 2007 7:36 PM, Phil said…
When I was young, I desperately wanted some "Osaga" running shoes (they were all the rage). They had these ultra cool soles that looked like the tire tread of a motorcycle dirt-bike. My friend had a pair and I was convinced he was faster than me because of the shoes.
After much begging, I finally got a pair of Osagas. I felt I could run faster than the wind. The depression I felt from being slow and listless had vanished. I was high on life again!
Two days later, I tore a hole in the side of them, and was depressed again.
So the answer is a resounding "yes".
At March 05, 2007 9:07 PM, vixen said…
marci: i am unsure if i should stop at one.
scarlett: you always have the best ideas!
phil: how do you even get out of bed anymore?!?!
At March 05, 2007 9:56 PM, Phil said…
It wasn't easy, I can tell you.
This was the kind of depression that went beyond the time my mom bought me "fake" Nike's, where the "swoosh" was upside-down.
Ultimately, I snapped out of it when I told my dad I would get an amateur radio technician's license (my dad loved HAM radio for some unexplained reason) in exchange for a $110 pair of Nike's (at the time, VERY expensive). He bought them, and I didn't get the license until 10 yrs later.
At March 06, 2007 5:08 AM, Anonymous said…
are you mental? of course they do. imagine what two pairs would do to you!
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