So I had a lot of knockoffs in my life and like as far as clothes and like video games,

toys, stuff like that. And this one was when I was a little older. I got a, I think it was a knockoff

champion's shoe. And I, it's just called winners. I was in my neighborhood. I was running from a dog. There was a, there was a dog in my neighborhood.

I was running from a dog.

There was a dog in my neighborhood that, like, notoriously was, like, not on its leash, but outside.

Right.

And so it wouldn't really bite people, but it was very territorial, so it would, like, chase you off and stuff.

And I was already trying to pass it from across the street but somehow that still wasn't enough and so it took off after me and the shoes were so knockoff

that as I'm running from this dog they full on exploded. Just like actually tore open?

Tor isn't even the right word.

Pieces of shoe just started flying into the air.

Even the dog was embarrassed for me.

Because even the dog started like

dodging the pieces of shoe that were coming off at it until I could feel my bare foot on the pavement and was like, this isn't good.

This is really bad.

I need to get new shoes or at least double up my socks.

Right.

I'm going to be running away from dogs and my brand new pair of first placers or whatever.

Yeah.

First places.

And then I got a pair of shoes one time.

This was in college.

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