Phoenix's foot fetish

I’ve had more conversations with strangers about my shoes than anywhere else on the planet. I’m pretty much the coolest. Some guy yelled “nice chucks!” even though the aren’t real chucks and some other guy originally from Portland asked me if they were sneakers and how he’d never seen any shoes like that down here. And a few days ago, some lady asked me where I got these shoes and I said Aldo, but in Seattle and then a few days before that with a completely different pair (my $8 poet boots), a teenage girl as she was running out the train door said something and then YESTERDAY some other teenage girl in my apartment complex said she liked them and holy shit, my feet have never gotten so much attention. I want to wave them around like a little girl.
… see honey, you should be honored to rub them.

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