Cheap Boots

In the mid 90’s, I worked at a busy art supply store in the core of London, Ontario. It was an intense job and my co-workers were all bright, creative people with extremely overactive brains, so every workday was an adrenaline rush. Scott, one of my co-workers told me the beginning of a story he had wanted to write about a man who always buys the same kind of boots every time he needs a new pair, and then throws his old pair up on the roof of the same building.

I’ve wanted to draw that image since then. Throughout the years, Scott and I have sporadically remained in touch. Well, last week, I finally remembered to ask him if he could tell me the rest of the story, and if I could draw the image, but he told me he doesn’t remember it.

Damn. I feel cheated.
I really wanted to know what happened.

So Potty, thank you for giving me your blessing to draw the image, but you’d better try to remember the rest of it….