I really only wear those white Converse anyway, so what the actual fuck?

Are the shoes like neurons in my brain?  Science and shoes: two things I've always welcomed into my life with passion and love and gratitude.  I can buy new shoes but can't buy new parts for my nervous system or even generate most of them, if I recall.  

Digging Pink "Just Give Me a Reason," although NOT as good as on my friend's supersonic speakers.

I cleaned my toilet and will smell like bleach the rest of my life, no matter how much I wash myself.  I don't ever want to go to prison and if I did, I'm not sure I'd make or drink toilet wine.  I can't say for certain as I can't imagine the despair I'd feel to be locked away.

Shoe police coming for me?