Sneaker Freaker

"I'll show you how to do this, son!
How you want it?
My jeans is $300
These ain't Diesel, nigga
These is Evisu..."

- Jay-Z - Show You How

Priorities. After all the prerequisites at the top of the list (i.e. [in no particular order] religion, family, all my friends, a certain someone, etc.), I've come to realise that the next item down on the list is...my sneaker addiction. Actually, it's debatable on whether the next item is actually basketball or my sneaker jones, but that's a different story. Anywho! Although I'm not even remotely close to being the biggest sneaker freak of all time (there are people out there with hundreds, even thousands of pairs of kicks), I'd like to think I've built up a decent collection for my age. At the moment, I've got 17 pairs in my room, and I can count at least 5 more around the house that I can borrow off my bro (way bigger sneaker freak than me) or my dad. Favourite sneaks:

• black hi-cut Chucks (classic cool)
• pink Chucks (got them WAY before pink on guys got annoying and overdone)
• pink checkered Vans (see previous shoe)
• white on white AF1's; blue & white AF1's (tie; both classics, again)
• black Lacoste (favourite out of all 3 Lacoste shoes 'cause it's so different and 'cause it's Lacoste)
• Air Jordan XVIII (15th birthday present, can count on two hands the number of times I've worn 'em)
• all-white K-Swiss Chilton II's (kicked off (pun intended) my sneaker addiction way back on December 15, 2001...and they still fit me! )

As much as I love my shoe collection, one thing was always missing: I've never had one of those rare, super exclusive shoes. The shoes that stop sneaker addicts on a dime when they're walking down the street and catch even a half-a-nanosecond glance of 'em on some lucky sonofabitch's feet.

That was, until I got home. I came home today (after the Squad Sniper Winter Warfare, but more on that in a second) to some of the sweetest kicks EVER. Because of my impending graduation and my brother getting a job recently, he decided to buy me a relatively rare pair of Evisu sneakers. They're not one-of-a-kind, per se, but they're pretty exclusive: there's only one pair in each size. So, I don't think there's anyone else walking around with size eight-and-a-half Evisu's on their feet. Match them up with my sweet as Evisu jeans, and an appropo apple green shirt (preferrably Polo or Lacoste), and SHAZAM!

Speaking of Fonzy, the guy went on a Bape spree (may not look like it on monitor, but that phrase rhymes) today. Bapesta shoes, two Bape shirts and an pwnage Bape jumper. Sheez, I damn near blew up when I walked into his room and saw the Bapestas. These kicks are R-A-R-E!

Anywho, I think I'm sounding way too materialistic right now. Hope not; I love my sneaks, but I know they don't make me better than anyone else. They're just a passion of mine.

In other news, Team Squad Sniper was out and about again today, invading Macquarie. After the University open day (gathering intelligence), it was off to the Winter Warfare! On a personal note, I was REALLY surprised that I could actually make my way around the ice today! To the fellaz who've been ice skating with me over the last six years, you guys all know how BADLY I suck at ice skating, so me being able to skate properly today was a welcome surprise. Anywho, battle scars were earned by Corey (who was named the new captain today, by the way), Di and new recruit Ericka. Corey and Di were actually double stackers today (ouch), but aside from the scrapes and scratches (and Corey's jeans, and Di's 'droaked' jumper), no major casualties suffered. Operation Winter Warfare was pretty much a success. Thanks for the fun, Squad!
Anywho, it's off to intelligence training (read: "suffering through Physics and English") before I, the newly-promoted Major of Squad Sniper, hit the sack for some serious R&R. Tomorrow, I've got my Grandma's arrival from the old country (yaaaayyyyy! ) to look forward to, as well as the final bits of revision homework to not look forward to. To anyone wishing to tax today's pics, apologies in advance; it's a bitch trying to take photos while skating. Anyways, later days!

- marty..

P.S. We count!

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