So, this is a picture of a shoe. But it is so much more than a shoe. It is a representation of my wardrobe state down here in BA. Basically, I have worn out everything. I've ripped half my pants, stained my shirts, and broken my shoes. It's not that I'm horribly abusive, it's just that I didn't bring that many outfits so they get worn ALLTHETIME. The shoe pictured lost its mate a few days ago. I was walking home one night when it just snapped. Steph and I then played try to throw the shoe in the dumpster. And then I walked home with one shoe one. I made a friend though. A man whose foot was in a cast. He said I was his other half or something like that. I left him soon after he said that.
