This is a picture of hard work. I know it looks like a shoe, but the shoe is more of a metaphor nay an allegory (learned that from Arthur on PBS), for the modern working man. I bought this shoe around 5 months ago and whilst atop a roof in rural Florida I felt a tug on my heel, the tug gave way to a slipping, then my shoe separated from my soul, and before I could gasp I hit the roof. Luckily for my well being the angle of the roof was paltry at best so I stuck fast. I scrutinized my foot and noticed a portion of my big toe peeking back at me. I had attempted repairs on this footwear many times prior, but this would be the last hurrah for the soulless pair. They were not long for this world, and as with most things they were disposed of and replaced within minutes of their failing. As a wise man once said to me "Stick your hand into that bucket of water and pull it back out, and just see how fast you're replaced."