These kicks haven't left my feet since I left Canada August 16, 2010. They have trekked me through the rivers and mountains of South East Asia to the gardens and beaches of the South Pacific. I love you hobo loafers. I need you. Beer stained and tattered, you've shown me the world. I heart you sonuks.
Can someone please send me the back up pair in my closet? haha. For real? Please?