You work for a start-up in Silicon Valley — at which there is no dress code, hence, your preference for khaki shorts and a somewhat provocative and mildly racist Sombero — making $109,000 a year, affording you the high-grade marijuana you consume 4 to 5 times a week while listening to Jack Johnson and Ben Harper in your Jeep Wrangler either in rush hour or in front of the ocean. You non-strategically don’t text girls back. The casual entitlement of your seemingly directionless open-toed gait is only clarified by the constant “s’all good, brah” you apply to every situation you are 15 minutes late for.
What Your Shoes Say About You
By
Jimmy Chen,