My Air Force Ones
I got some new dope shoes yesterday at a local store in Rome. They’re the Nike Air Force Ones that Nelly was singing about a while ago. I have always wanted this pair, but I could never afford them before. I love that sweet red stripe.
You’d never know I’m wearing them because they hide beneath my robe, but you might catch a glimpse when I hop into my Escalade.
These shoes are tight. Not tight—like it hurts. But tight—like it makes me look dope.