I’m not proud of it, but I went through a sneakerhead phase in middle school. Looking to keep up with my friends on blacktop, there was nothing I wanted more than a pair of D Rose 2.5s, LeBron 9 Aways, or the original KD 4s. For me, those were the shoes that got away.
You see, every time I scavenged up enough cash for a pair of hot kicks, I was greeted with the same excuse when requesting the money from my mother. Being 12, 13, or 14 at the time, I was growing roughly an inch every six months.