We're doing it man.
Were making this happen.
I think I will talk about my boots.
They are black standard issue police boots. Lightweight and rather tough.
I love these fuckers.
(This isn't the exact make that I have, but you get the picture.)
My father bought them for me. He works as a security guard.
He discovered the made through his work and after I expressed interest ("Holy shit those are cool.") we went to the police supply store and got a pair for myself.
I really feel that if I want to deal with some... tribulation that wearing these boots helps me succeed.
It's stupid. There is no logical reason that they would improve my performance.
But they make me feel better.
Good luck or some shit.
I would really miss having them.
Boy, that was sappy, eh?
Still, it's all true. Love these suckers to death.
Good for walkin', good for stompin', and all other forms of ass-kickery.
And that's it.
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