Then she gave me the Harley Davidson boots she had promised me back in May. Said they were too tight on her, and as soon as we finished out the season of attending the Rocky Horror Picture Show Live, she’d give them to me.
I got them early cause she can’t go next time. She won’t be going for a very long time, due to her parole requirements.
Except for a torn strap that still wraps around my foot, they are like new.
God, I love this shit!