When it rains...I usually clean out the closet, and for me that is the equivalent of reading an old journal, especially where shoes are concerned. I remember the first night I forced my feet into these.
I remember dancin' till the sun came up and limpin' for the next week.
I remember feelin' like a black crow flyin'.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zWA4bCXDdXc
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