Walked in cadence, sat under Californian stars, drank cheap wine, got in fights with professors, prowled the East Village, spat at beauty queens, munched peyote, inspired Dylan, ate falafel, mingled Buddhism with the Kabala, won wars with words, cigarettes cigarettes cigarettes, stood on a New York corner expressing the world's angst, confusion, and humanity. Above all, being true to ones self. All this in a subtle quiet Beat boot on a Tunite sole, stacked leather heel, and an electric blue nylon zipper that said everything without speaking one single word. Men's full sizes only.
