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Okay so...I wear the shit out of my sneakers. They are made to be worn so I wear them. Hemp Dunks, Herringbone Dunks (still dirty from Rock The Bells concert), the Laundry Dunks and my prize pair, the Asia-only hi-top Newspaper Dunks I picked up during my trip to the Philippines.

Once upon a time, I was a HUUUGE sneaker head. Or at least I liked to think I was. Back in the day, there was a time when all I wore were either the Grant Hill Filas (don't laugh, those were 'in' at the time!) or all white Uptowns aka Air Force 1s. I soon discovered the joy of having a credit card and thats when all hell broke loose. Tommy Hilfiger Jeans, JNCOs, Polo teddy bear sweaters...it was the mid to late 90s.

I then discovered that Nike dunks had a full selection of candy-colored sneakers before candy-colored sneakers were the norm. Youngn's, I was up on this shit before you could even cross the street by yourselves, I see ya'll clicking on here from my Stony Brook Facebook page (spots blown, you peeps in Tanger and H Quads!) Anyway, I liked to look ridiculous before looking ridiculous would become my steez. Some would say I have steez for days but others would quickly point out that I'm the clearance rack king. Which is true, but a man has got to be comfortable in his own skin. I'm comfortable looking all sorts of crazy and when it comes to my feet...well, only the best is put on to complete an outfit.

From matching to clashing, I had all sorts of kicks to choose from. The collection is nearing the triple digits, but I keep that fact under wraps since I've fallen off my sneaker game for a while now. This working man barely has time to keep up with SB lines, limited editions, fresh drops...so I keep up with what my style is. And that's comfortable.

However, it does feel good to walk into a sneaker store and have the salesguy come up and ask, "where'd you get those?"