This here's a true story, I swear by my tattoo. Trying to survive while awaiting the publication of the first HUGO, and not wanting to return to my fucked up parental home:
"It reached the dead of winter. Wheezy’s shoes were
deteriorating in the snow. He couldn’t easily afford new ones. One
evening, seeped through with water, they were just about destroyed.
Wheezy was prepared to return to his room shoeless. Then, on an empty
street, he saw, half covered by the falling snow, a pair of heavy, mangy
shoes left standing at the side of a building. As he sat on a snowy
stoop, pulling them on, he thought that this could have been a sign to
keep at it."
I called them "Noah's Shoes", after the novel by Max Fleischer (which I have never seen), and because I felt I was on some sort of a journey. When I visited the old house, my mother was horrified. Under protest, I let her buy me a new pair.
If I seem vain posting pictures of myself in suits, part of it is because once I couldn't afford shoes.
COPYRIGHT 2015 BY MILTON KNIGHT