converse

I weep for us all, and yet I have no tears left. If I did weep however, I hear Crocs handle puddles of water excellently.

If red isn't your color, they come in a green Bowser edition too.

On Saturdays they all hang out behind J. Crew and do lines of granola off the back of New Yorker magazines.

And by stinging, I mean writing angsty poetry about them.