Fetish

I am beginning to understand.

Today I bought three pairs of new shoes. Most unlike me, true enough, but nonetheless no less than three.

Red ankle length all stars, because one must always own red runners. This is a truth of life maintained since G returned from Japan bearing my first pair as a gift in 1988.

Red funky Merrells, because one must sometimes concede to one's girlfriend on the topic of "You can't wear those red all stars everywhere you know."

And funky little black slip ons - just because, OK?

Shopping in sin city is hot hot hot.