Shoes for Crews.

I wear these shoes probably more than any shoe in my closet. They have seen potatoes and grease. Cheese and onion. Dirty and grass. They have been everywhere with me. It's a shame that all I do now is work...or that's how it appears to me anyways.

We work to live. What a sad concept that is to swallow but the truth shall set you free I suppose.
Or forever keep you imprisoned.