these have been good friends to me. I’ve walked (as you can see) quite a few miles in them.
I’ve been through the Texas Hill Country, the streets of downtown Chicago, southern California… a Dave Matthews concert or two, the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo, a few county fairs, dozens of first dates (not many second ones) : )
But the end of an era has come and i’ve finally come to grips with the realization that all good things come to an end.
And so i bid farewell to my trusty Justin Ropers
and say hello to my REINCARNATED Justin Ropers!
fwuhpawhhh! (that’s supposed to be a whip sound. You know like the one Chandler made on Friends)
I took them to a shoe doctor a little while back to get the soles fixed. The one thing I don’t like about the new and improved ropers is… well, how new and improved they look! I told the guy I didn’t want them polished. They’re apache leather and they’re supposed to look dull and worn. Any tips on how to strip that crap off my boots.
[Deist looks down at his boots and thinks to himself, “why can’t things just stay the same.”]