I don't have a motorcycle. I don't own a sports car. I've been bald for years, so that's not new. There is nothing in my life to indicate that I am having any sort of a mid life crisis. So what on earth possessed me to buy these shoes?!?
They are funky, clunky Doc Martens. That's what. And when I swept through the foyer of the Cheesecake Factory last night while sporting these babies, people on every side smiled in silent, unison acknowledgement: "That dude has some shoes."