may be ugly, scuffed beyond
the power of even industrial strength conditioner to restore. They
may have grown soft so they feel like your second skin, or they may be split,
cracked, caked with layers of organic mystery krud. But you won't sell 'em, trade
'em, or toss 'em. (Some guys, however, do name 'em.) They've
taken the blows for you, they smell of you, and besides, you look
tough in 'em. It's LOVE.