hipsters in work boots

Dear Diary, I hope this finds you well. I've been working on the railroad, all the livelong day.

I’m your grandpa but don’t you dare call me that. I'm Rocky. Your Mom's dad. It's true I am your grandpa but please, please, please, call me Rocky.

Heyyyy, maybe a skirt would give these cowboys a little more roam on the range, eh? But then who would see my boots? I’m going to home to play with my nookº. 

We all know existentialist peripatetic debate can be taxing, so how can I keep this conversation rolling while lacing these tough beauties back up you ask? Much like these reclaimed denim jeans and wilderness-harvested coyote fringe, I am something of a tough customer. 

The most frustrating thing? Keeping up with my blazer fetish. I mean, I don't mind the working out, I love being huge - but I'm busting a button every fiscal quarter, and these things aren't cheap. The Italian stallions I rode over the canal, however? For life.  

Elitist, sure - but literature is hard work nonetheless. I’m glad I married a Feng Shui consultant, it never would have occurred to me to have all the books lean to the left. Two pairs of SmartWools, some stolen IKEA orchids, with a twist of Proust for happy hour - that’s more of the world I live in. 

After my last tour in Oregon, I started hiding out in alleys. It’s hard to be discreet, however, when your boots are this fly. The ladies have an extreme prejudice for the way these rose tanned peccary skins glow, so I try to get them in-country a few times every weekend. 

Are there any poets left that work hard enough to feel the irony when i pound this sidewalk with my satchel full of poems?! This shit is not going down with a whimper, but rather with a slam! T.S. Eliot is the wind beneath my Red Wings. 

You wouldn't change the oil in your new Chambray work shirt would you? Only a fool would do that. So why should you let that dirty ol' shifter touch that which matters to you most? Thanks to the hard working team at Townmoto you no longer have to. 

"Pure handmade workmanship, intensification thickness, its about 20 inches deep and 6 inch wide, beautiful leather construction. Ha... I could go on and on and on. It's hard work to not keep talking about my new quiver." - (Allegedly said by) @tomhorgen

And I said, "Dennis, I really love your cuffed jeans," though I thought to myself Where does he find the time to cuff his jeans? He must not be working hard enough.

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Thanks to Elisabeth for the submission.

Hey buddy, my eyes are up here! Sometimes men make me feel like a piece of leathery meat with laces. There is so much more to me than my hard working work boots.

Having lobotomy is hard work. Derek no tie laces is so cool. Waffles!

Work Boots? Check Mate.

what's in my leather attaché you ask? it's completely filled with mumford & sons rarities... and artisan breads...and stone ground mustards...and every apple product ever created.