This is where it ends, alas: no longer the kid in the keen sneakers, no longer the young man attempting to woo gals by being adequately shod, but finding yourself looking at this cut-rate Mitchum guy selling enormous ugly shoes. Could be you. Yeah, you can make just enough money to keep yourself in hair grease and eyebrow markers. Although shoe polish will do in a pinch for either one.

“Mason shoes are not sold in stores.” They always say that like it’s something special. Gallon bags of rancid weasel feces aren’t sold in stores, either. WONDER WHY.

Still around, although they seemed to have changed their business model.