there was a time not all that long ago that i used to measure my remaining years in the number of sneakers i'd have to buy.
calculating the rate they lasted with an expected slow-down in high impact activity, i was figuring i had three pairs to go, with an outside shot at four.
in human years that came to 45-60 left to go.
not bad really.
except today i don't know.
they just don't make sneakers the way they used to.
and in all fairness, i don't live life the way i used to either.
now i might be looking at seventeen pairs to go, which sounds promising, but sadly amounts to twenty years or less based on my updated formula.
i'm thinking this is all the doing of some highfalutin ceo who figured out it's more profitable to shorten the life span of sneakers and make them real expensive to boot—the complete opposite of a life well lived, which i guess isn't all that profitable by big business standards.
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somebody, i not saying who , just somebody is losing his freakin mind.
bob they got drugs that can help you
i wrote this lightly?
i think my blog has been infiltrated by an imposter who does not know how my brain works.
sadly though, i understand what he or she was trying to say.
Whew! Good thing I don't wear sneakers.
This time of year I wear flip-flops. Except when I'm at the barn. There's nothin' worse than horse pucky squished between your toes if you wear flip-flops.
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