I've come to the sad realization that my Docs are really quite sincerely dead. Well, they had a good long run. I bought those boots in Edinburgh. In 1987. They've been to more shows than I can remember. Slid around the snowy streets of NYC. Been across the country and back. Moved to Durham twice. I'm pretty sure they made it to Vegas at least once. And back across the ocean to Italy. As you can see, they're truly beat to shit. They've been well past the point where I can wear them for the better part of a year. But I just hate to get rid of them. It feels like I'm throwing out a chunk of my life. Oh well. Didn't Buddha say something about a foolish attachment to material possessions (or was that only in the Simpsons version)?
Dude, the Buddha *loves* material possessions. That aside, I admire the longevity of your docs. Sadly, I have docslexia, or something: I burn through docs in a year and always have, wearing right through to their air pockets in no time. It's just not worth the money to wear them. Whereas Sketchers last me for ever. To quote Mark E. Smith, it's a curse.
i got my first pair of docs in 1991. they have provided the justification for many outrageous shoe purchases, b/c that 100 dollar pair of boots has lasted for over 13 years, including a year of police work that included 14-16 hour days on my feet directing football traffic. those docs are amazing. i am sorry to hear of the loss of yours.