The Jordan’s that Got Away
If shoes were crack, lawd knows I’d need a Platinum Dental PPO to fix the inside of my moufs because I’d be allergic to teefs. My shoe addiction started my senior year of high school, when I started rocking all colors of the Nike Prestos. Well, technically, my shoe addiction started the day I was borned, because I believe it is genetic. My mama is also a shoe head.
A shoe addiction + a senile mind = a heartbroken Luvvie. I am senile as heck, and if my left tit wasn’t attached to my chest, it may come up missing. I’d be a half-cleavage having mofo. What I’m trying to say is that I have lost my share of shoes in my lifetime. Not from my feet growing or nothing (I’ve worn the same size since freshie year of high school). I’ve lost shoes by leaving them places (like the green flats I left at Naija Reunion but didn’t realize i left them until 2 weeks later when I was just unpacking. *shaking head*)
Anyway, picture it, Chicago, 2000. A young tomboy Luvvie was on the Girl’s Basketball team at Chicago premier’s high school. She rocked Nikes, and like every true hooper *side-eye*, she didn’t wear the shoes she hooped in outside of the gym. She had never rocked Jordan’s because she didn’t particularly like them, but then she saw these Jumpman Pro Quick shoes and she HAD to have them. Young, broke yet determined Luvvie saved her lunch money for weeks and proudly went to Foot Locker (on State Street, of course), plunked the $75 down and came out with them Jumpman kicks. She stroked them all the way home and got high on the new shoe smell. The next day at bball practice, there was an extra pep in her step. “Yeah I see you seeing me in my new Jumpmen. Don’t be jealous.” Even my airballs had mad swagger.
Well on one eventful morning I had my beloved Jumpmen in a plastic bag as I commuted to school. I placed the plastic bag under my seat on the CTA and placed my book bag in front of it. Well, when I exited the bus to transfer to another bus, I walked off with just one bag (my bookbag). I was 15 minutes into my trip on the other bus before I realized the TRAGEDY!
I had left my jumpmen on the bus!!! AAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHH!!!
I think its the first time I ever let strangers see me cry. I wanted to throw myself on the ground of that bus and wail! But I did not. I think I got to my locker and *wall slide*. I sang many sad love songs on that day. *Sigh* memories of the good times me and my kicks had together kept playing. I was so traumatized that I even quit the Basketball shortly thereafter (or did I quit because me and the bench were ONE and the same? The permanent groove my ass left on it was pitiful. Eh, my memory’s cloudy. Who keeps track? Moving on…).
So on this here day, I’m remembering all the kicks we don lost before their time!
Realest Talk. I don’t even rock gymshoes like that anymore. I only have about 6 or 7 and they are all Chuck Taylors. But if I were to find these on sale somewhere, I would buy them. For the sneaker heads out there, if you know where I can cop them, do let me know. I’d love you forever and a day and send you a bowl of rice if you find them for me. I wear 5.5 in lil boys. kthnx!
*Pouring out a lil Bailey’s for all the lost kicks*
*Singing* “It’s so harrrddd, to say goodbye, to my homies”
Anyone else been traumatized by the loss of some favorite shoes? Or am I the only one?