This little piggy cried all the way home
There is nothing I love more about spring and summer than shedding my shoes and socks and roughing it old school with bare feet. When it comes to my 10 tootsies I am an exhibitionist, but my love for bare skin stops at the ankles. I’m not some weird pervert who gets his jollies off by strolling here and there in my underwear.
And besides, even if I were, I wouldn’t be telling you about it.
From the months of April through Halloween (at least I think Halloween is a month), I will be barefoot. I love how not wearing sneakers and socks feels, and the slap of my fleshy soles on black top is music to my ears. In this present economical climate in America, I also love how being barefoot is more than financially feasible as it relates to my own wealth, or lack thereof.
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