There are no excuses. I know I'm very bad but I can't seem to help it. And as much as I hate to use the term, I just may be obsessed. Even now I can see you strutting yourself down Locust Walk or dancing around college green, all shiny and new, careful not to get soiled. You're so damn pretty and versatile that I could just about take you anywhere, except maybe to Denim on Thursday nights, but nobody goes there anymore anyways. It's true; I'm a crazy kid for a new pair of kicks; an aficionado of the shoe originally intended for sport. That's right kids, I freaking love sneakers and I know you do to.