When I have money, I buy shoes. When I don't have money, I buy shoes. Why? Shoes look good...always. A shoe purchase is more therapeutic than chocolate, and way less cals. Like all Italians, I have yearned for this pair of ubiquitous Nike Blazer Hi's since I stepped foot in Bologna. Since they seem to be found on everyone and their cat's feet, I figured acquiring these kicks would be effortless. However, locating a pair has proven to be a virtually impossible task. Out of the 7,684 unnecessary shoe stores in Bologna (and other European cities I have ransacked), no one seems to carry the most classic Nike shoe made. Preposterous. I have now made it my purpose in life to get my gringo hands on this pair of shoes that will essentially assimilate me into Italian culture. Next step: dye my hair black.
I promise to continue the hunt until I am victorious.
If you know where I can locate a pair, please tell me. Help me fill my void.
Mals
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