A walk in the park PT.1

Author – Looseshoeguy

Things never seemed to go according to plan when Jared went on vacation, but this trip was doomed from the start when the airline lost his luggage, leaving him with only the clothes on his back until they could track the bag down. He was particularly concerned about the sneakers he’d packed, but at least he still had his Concord 11s on his feet, loosely laced as usual, paired with some grey jeans, a black tshirt, a blue zip-up hoodie, and his favorite bomber jacket. The clothing stores were all closed for the night, he’d have to wait until tomorrow to do some shopping to tide him over until customer service called him about his bag.

Pulling up in a Lyft at the hotel made the evening go from bad to worse. It was clear that the great price he found on the discount site was for a reason, and certainly wasn’t worth the location. The sprawling park nearby would have been charming but the streetlamps were mostly burned out, the sidewalk a couple streets away hosted a homeless encampment, and the walk to the restaurant at which Jared had made a reservation for that night was feeling very sketchy. However, determined to not let the surroundings interfere with a much-needed trip and the tasting menu at the highly regarded restaurant he’d been looking forward to for a month, Jared left the hotel room anyway to walk the mile and a half through the park to his destination.

Appropriate to how things seemed to be going, merely a block away from the hotel, Jared tripped over the uneven sidewalk and stumbled straight into a puddle. Not at all an average puddle, but one that hid a pothole at least a foot deep, immersing his left Jordan and soaking his black Stance sock and the leg of his jeans up past the shin in brackish, cold water. Swearing loudly, Jared took both the shoe and the sock off to wring the latter out, then replaced the damp footwear and prepared to move on. As he made to cross the street that led to the paved pathway through the park, he heard a shouted “Hey”, as though someone was greeting a friend, but didn’t think anything of it. Until, that is, Jared was stopped from proceeding any further when a hand roughly grabbed the hood of his sweatshirt and pulled him around, at which point Jared was face to face with a stranger. The first thing Jared noticed was the hot pair of pine green 3s he was wearing, although they were regrettably a bit muddy. Jared liked broken in kicks, like his Concords, but preferred them to be well-maintained. The second thing Jared noticed was the guy seemed exceedingly angry.

“Yo, what the fuck, dude, you think you’re better than me? I was trying to talk to you and you just turn your back on me? That’s rude as hell, man.”

Too flustered to be concerned yet, Jared was startled by the immediately ramped up confrontation and wasn’t sure how to reply, other than to say “Sorry, I don’t know you so I didn’t think you were talking to me.”

“Who else is there around to talk to? I was just trying to compliment you on your Concords, they’re a dope pair, wanted to see if I could try them on. C’mon man, you already had one of them off, let me walk around in it a bit, I’ve been thinking about getting a pair myself.”

“No way, dude. I gotta go, I’m meeting a friend for dinner.” Jared wasn’t, he didn’t know a soul in the city, but it seemed wise to make the guy think he had someone waiting on him.

“You’re an asshole, you clearly don’t respect people. I’m here right in front of you so why should you be worried about someone else, if there even is a friend. I’m your problem right now man. You also don’t know how to share, someone needs to teach you a lesson.” The stranger stepped forward aggressively, making Jared flinch, thinking he was about to be hit. Instead, however, Jared just felt some pressure on the top of his foot, and looking down he realized that the guy’s muddy Pine Green 3 was grinding dirt into the top of his Jordan 11. It was the wet one too, the left side of the pair, and Jared knew the mud on the wet material was going to be impossible to get off. He was horrified, and honestly wasn’t sure whether or not he’d have preferred actually getting punched. On instinct, Jared reacted and he pushed the guy off him. He didn’t actually go all that far, just enough to get him out of Jared’s immediate space, and it clearly didn’t hurt, but Jared could tell it was a mistake immediately and he started backing up from the guy slowly.

“Hell no, man, you don’t push me. You’ll pay for that.” Jared felt himself get pushed back, but since he was already trying to retreat, it didn’t catch him off balance. Rather he used the momentum from the shove to backpedal quickly and turned to start running away. He was already at the edge of the park and his options were either the homeless encampment, which seemed as unappealing as the current situation, or to go further into the trees. He chose the park, hoping he could stay close enough to the path to encounter somebody who could help. He didn’t even make it a couple steps though before he once again felt resistance, this time from the back of his jacket being grasped in the fist of the man accosting him. Without thinking, Jared slipped out of the bomber, abandoning it, so that he could escape, hopefully for real this time. As it would turn out, that would only be the first of many articles of clothing Jared would lose that night, but it seemed like a good idea at the time.

What could happen next?? Comment below

The canal path

Author – Mac

On the way to college we passed a derelict building, Dean found an open door and went inside. Me and Cal followed. We wandered around out of curiosity, the place was cold, dark and stunk of pee.
Two floors up we looked out of a broken window to the rear of the building. We noticed kids from the local posh school scrambling along a gap between the perimeter chain linked fence of the derelict building and a canal. It was very narrow, any bad footing would inevitably mean falling in the canal, it seemed a risk that the posh boys were prepared to take as a short cut to their school.
As another boy carefully passed Dean shouted out of the window to distract him and hopefully cause him to fall into the canal. The boy ignored Dean and carried on. Determined to see someone fall in the canal, Dean took off a trainer and threw it at the next boy to pass, if it had not been for the fence, Dean’s Adidas trainer would have hit the boy in the face, the impact of his shoe against the fence startled the boy but his quick reaction of grabbing the chain links in the fence stopped him from falling into the canal.
Dean laughed as he stood on one foot, his socked foot in the air. I told him to be careful as they might steal his trainer. He laughed saying the 6ft high fence would protect it. Cal fancied a go and took off his black Nike and threw it at the next boy. He nearly fell into the water, although from a posh school his bad language was quite nasty as he shouted back at us. Dean and Cal laughed and shouted a few choice words back. Dean said it was my turn, I looked down at my white/grey Air Jordans and said, no way. I watched Dean and Cal struggle as they hopped on one leg through the derelict building down the stairs and out to the fence. They soon discovered their trainers were no longer where they had fallen. I looked through the fence, on the other side of the canal laid an Adidas and a Nike shoe. Dean discovered a hole in the fence. Realising the foul mouthed boy must have discovered the hole and used it to take their shoes we climbed through it and carefully walked along the narrow gap like the school boys had done earlier. Although the canal was very narrow it was impossible to jump across to retrieve their trainers. We would have to walk along the towpath to a lockgate to cross. We hurried along as we would now be late for college. As we approached the lockgate a group of boys from the posh school stood on the other side of the canal. They threatened to push us into the canal if we tried crossing. Although the boys were younger than us, we could only cross one at a time on the narrow footing on top of the gates, no way could we protect ourselves whilst balancing on the gates without being pushed into the water.
They told us to walk back along the towpath and if we refused one of them would run back to Dean and Cal’s shoes and throw them in the canal. I laughed at my mates standing in one shoe each being told what to do by some posh schoolkids, if they wanted their shoes back they would have to obey. Three boys stayed at the lockgates to stop any of us trying to cross as the rest of us walked back along the canal to where the idle shoes layed. My mates white socked feet were becoming very dirty.
Dean demanded his and Cals shoe be thrown back across the canal. They refused, I laughed at my mates, there was nothing they could do. Defeated by schoolkids being stood so close but yet unreachable. They said they would return them after school, I laughed out loud again as Cal looked at Dean and at his socked foot and shouted he could not go to college wearing one shoe. The boys in school uniforms laughed telling him he had to. If he did not want to return later then could they have his other trainer now as it would be wasteful to permanently splitting the pair. They laughed again including me.
Dean agreed to return, no way was he losing his trainers but he needed to be sure they too would return.
The schoolboys promised to be back after school only after agreeing one final thing.
I would have to give them one of my shoes too. I stopped laughing. I refused. The schoolboys started walking off with my mates shoes. Dean demanded I give them my trainer or he would take me down and pull off both my shoes and offer them in exchange for his and Dean’s shoes leaving me shoeless. The schoolboys laughed and agreed, if they could have my Air Jordans then my mates could have their Adidas and Nikes returned.
Everyone stared at me even though I had not done nothing wrong.
Do I run or stay and lose my shoes?

Tony’s shoe

Author – Sam

We have our little group that hangout together. Me, Jon, Tony, Greg and Jake. We give each other a hard time just messing around stealing each other’s caps, knocking books out of hands stealing phones tackling each just having fun. The other day Jake tackled Tony and Greg took Tony’s Ultra Range EXO SE Vans (black) Size 7 (us) and took off leaving him in just his white sock in the middle of the gym. Jake ran down the hall and in like 10 minutes came back without them. Tony was so mad and started chasing Jake and they went down the hall. The bell rang and we had to go to class Tony still in just his white socks. We got to class and sit down. Mr. Shaw called roll and started walking around the room giving a lecture on something and as he walked by Tony, he said Tony you can’t walk around school in your socks put your shoes on. Tony said they got stole. Mr. Shaw looked at me and said Well whom ever took them best give them back. I said it wasn’t me. Mr. Shaw looked at Jon and said then must have been you. Jon nope not me so Mr. Shaw said Greg, before Mr. Shaw could finish Greg said what if I lost one. Greg is kind of a smart ass. Mr. Shaw then Tony can wear one he can’t run around in just socks go get his shoes. Greg left and came back and gave Tony his left shoe no right shoe in sight. Tony just gave a go to hell look and put his single shoe under his desk. Mr. Shaw looked at Tony and said I told you no running around in just socks put your shoes on. Tony looked so pissed and said I don’t want to wear one shoe. Mr. Shaw said then in school suspension your choice. Tony put his shoe on. Greg was laughing, Mr. Shaw said Greg as for you in School suspension the rest of the day gave him his slip and off, Greg went. The bell rang and Tony got a look on his face he realized Greg was in suspension and we could not talk to him till after school and Greg still had his right shoe. Tony got his stuff and we walked out of class Tony wearing his Black left van and just a white sock on his right foot It stuck out so bad because Tony had on shorts and his sock was bright white. You could tell Tony was so embarrassed walking down the hall to are next class every asking him where his shoe was. After last period Tony walk up to my locker and ask if I had seen Greg. I said no and I headed to catch my ride. The next morning Tony was already in the lunch room when I got to school. I didn’t think anything about the day before He ask me if I had seen Greg I said not yet. The bell rang and we went to class no Greg so I text him he said he was sick after class Tony and I walked to my locker as we walked down the hall I looked down at his feet and he was wearing his left Van and just a black sock on his right foot Since his Van was black, I had not noticed till then. I ask him why he was still wearing one shoe. Tony said He never found Greg after school.

Can I have your shoe?

Author – Greatshoez

One time I was with some friends just chilling in the park. I didn’t bring my board but most of the others did. We sat at one place to smoke when some students approached. They wanted to ask something and first I didn’t think I heard it right, I thought they asked for a pair of shoes. I was wrong they were asking for one shoe only. I didn’t know what to think of this but it got my attention.
The students weren’t talking to me directly but they got laughed at by my friends. Then the girl student looked at me directly and asked me if she could have my shoe.
My friends were making fun of them but I just said OK. The girl smiled and asked again if they could have one of my shoes for real. I thought it would be really funny to shock my friends. I casually asked which one she wanted and this girl picked my right shoe by pointing at it. One of my friends, Robert, asked me what I was doing. I ignored him and quickly slipped my foot out of my shoe and carelessly kicked it in the direction of this girl. The rest of my friends were still joking about the other students when this girl first looked me in the eye and then picked up my shoe. She only said hey thanks and then showed the other students she had a shoe. My friends looked in disbelief that she got one. They immediately wanted to know whose shoe it was. I got laughed at really hard when they found out it was mine. I didn’t care that much. The student chick even gave me a chance to get my shoe back. She asked me if I was sure and now most of my friends told her to keep it. I said it was OK it was just a shoe. The students left and I stayed behind in only one shoe. I was wearing black with white DC skateshoes with bright white socks. It was real obvious I was missing something. I did get to shock my friends and they didn’t stop laughing for a long time. The students must have been pleased that they met me. Who else would be ready to spend a day on one shoe because they want the other? I stayed in the park and acted like nothing happened. Some of my friends kept joking about me or my shoe and I said it wasn’t a big deal at all. First I kept my left shoe on but later one of my friends asked me for that one. I could not refuse since it was only one shoe I had and I gave that one away as well. It ended up totally screwed over, cut up with a pocket knife and later burnt. When they just lit the shoe, two police officers happened to pass by and made them put out the fire. Since I was in socks, they knew right away it was my shoe. One of us had a bottle of cola and he used this to put out the fire. The cops gave me a look but didn’t ask anything. They made us throw the shoe in the trash. There was not much of a shoe left no point in keeping it. When my shoe was in a trash can the cops left again and from here I had 0 shoes to wear. I liked having a single shoe better but still I didn’t go home right away. When I finally did I’m sure a lot of people saw me in socks but I didn’t care at all. My socks were still white when I got home except for the soles they were black by this time.

Friend stole my shoes 2

Author – Nate

Sunday I woke up and was getting around when I realized that I forgot that my buddy Shawn had stole both my right sneakers the day before. Later that afternoon I dig out a old pair of etnie skate sneakers I use to wear but I figured they’d be good enough for the day, I also grab my left black and white nike to give to him so I can get my other nike back that he stole at the party. Well I knock at his door and he comes outside and says lets go, I say where to? It’s already getting late I just want my shoes back, he said don’t worry let’s go, so he makes me drive to this spot by the lake right outta town. He said he was reading something online that he wanted to try, I said what? He didn’t say anything but as I sat down next to the beach he grabbed my right etnie sneaker and started to dig sand with it, he burried it and said go ahead and dig it up so I start digging and he grabs my left etnie and does the same thing as I’m digging up my right. As I get my right back I walk across the sand in my socks and sit down to dig up my left shoe, he grabs my right again and takes off. It’s starting to get dark out so I quickly find the left shoe and take off after him but when I catch him he’s still holding my sneaker but it’s now missing the insole and shoelace. I said what the hell? He said I tossed them into the water and pointed to the shore, I run out to the water but can’t see them so I head back to him and he is sitting on the hood of my car, without my right shoe. I said well what did you do now, he said he burried it and said ok hand me your left etnie, so I do and he pulls the insole and lace outta it and burried the main shoe in a hole he dug already and dumped the insole in the trash and pocketed the lace saying he’ll just hold onto it. I sigh and said lets go I’m sick of loosing shoes to you so we head home I’m driving in my dirty white socks when he pulls from his backpack my right black and green nike. He said here’s your nike for your trouble, even though I’m shoeless now I’m a bit relieved because I now have a matching set once I get home. So I drive him home and he jumps out at his place and I go to my place and start looking for my nike and it’s nowhere to be seen, that’s when I get the text that he decided to keep my lone right nike along with my black and white pair. So in a matter of two days I lost 2 pairs of sneakers and 1 single nike, I’m going to have to go shoe shopping here soon.

Friend stole my shoes

Author – Nate

It was just a normal Saturday, I was just hanging out around the house when my buddy Shawn showed up, I was outside in the garage working ok stuff when he showed up wondering what was going on that night, I had already started drinking for the day not planning on doing a whole lot. I sat on the trunk of my car and was talking to him, I started to shoeplay a little with my black and white nike sneakers. He was saying he was planning a little party that night, I was like well I don’t think I’m going to leave home I’m just going to chill here. He was kinda annoyed at that then outta nowhere he grabbed my right nike off my foot and went back to his car and yelled if you want your shoe back you’ll show up tonight. He jumped in his car and left, so I sighed and got up and went inside and changed shoes to a pair of black and green nikes. We’ll after awhile I left and went to his place and joined the little party he had in his shop. The beers where flowing and we were all having a good time. Well as the night went on the other crowd died off amd we started talking about our garages, I said I’d like to get some light fixtures like he had when he said I have like 6 extra that someone gave him when he did his shop. He said you can have them all you have to do is jump up on the work bench and climb up into the rafters in the corner and hand them down to him, I agreed and climbed up into the rafters he followed up onto the work bench as I grabbed a couple and handed them down. As I grabbed the last one he put it down and I was waiting for him to move when he reached up and grabbed my right foot and yanked my shoe off again, he then jumped down and ran outside, I had to be careful climbing down with only one shoe, about that time he came back into the shop, I said give me my shoes back. He refused so I grabbed another beer and asked what the deal was, he said he wanted me to try to find it so I went outside and walked around he did the hot and cold deal then as he was saying warm to hot I noticed the lader leaned up against the shed, I started to climb up and he grabbed my left shoe off my foot, I continue up the lader and see nothing on the roof so I climb down in socks where he is waiting with my left shoe, he hands it back without the shoelace and says if I bring my left black and white nike to let him have tomorrow I’ll get back my right black and green nike and my shoelace back. If not he keeps both my right shoes and I’ll never get them back. He goes back to his house and I leave thinking what I should do to get my shoes back?

The flash

Author – Barry

My name is Barry Allen, and I am the fastest man alive. To the outside world I am an ordinary forensic scientist, but secretly I use my speed to fight crime and find others like me. I am the Flash.
On my day off I couldn’t sleep so decided to go for an early morning run, flash style. Not just a few miles but a thousand up into the Rocky Mountains and watch the sun rise. It didn’t take very long, obviously, to arrive. I climbed up to a ledge to watch the sun appear on the horizon. I kicked off my special Nike sneakers, Cisco had them re-soled with a graphite compound to stop them wearing out quickly, only problem is they make your feet hot. I dangled my socked feet over the edge and I could feel the cool air hit my warm damp socks.
I was so chilled out watching the sunrise that I fell asleep. When I awakened the sun was in my face and my feet where cold, it was time to leave and head back to Central City. I reached out to grab my sneaks and accidentally knocked them off the ledge. They fell hundreds of feet down the mountain into pine trees below. Without my special sneakers I could not run at lightning speed, if I tried my socks would be worn out in seconds then my bare soles would perish with the friction. I could climb down the mountain and find my Nikes, an impossible task, they could be anywhere, stuck in tree branches or in crevices in the rocks. My only choice was to carefully find my way back to the nearest highway and hitch a ride as I didn’t have my phone or any money with me.
It took a few hours to find a road in my socks, they where becoming quite worn and dirty. I stood at the roadside in my white sweatshirt and pants and worn out gray socked feet, nobody was stopping.
My name is Barry Allen, and I am normally the fastest man alive. To the outside world I am a shoeless hitchhiker, one thousand miles from home. I am not so Flash.

Carl the Criminal. The Policeman’s story – Part 1

Author – Jay

Although I am still new at my job I understood why my suspect, Carl, had arrived shoeless for a voluntary interview at the police station. Afterwards using CCTV I found his missing shoes. Discovering that they matched footprints found at a recent break-in I then proceeded to arrest Carl. A teenager tried robbing him after I temporarily left him unattended in my car. I tried to arrest him too but he escaped, I caught him again. Until back-up arrived I told him to kick off his shoes to stop him running off again. As I picked up his discarded black Asics trainers he escaped my clutches and escaped shoeless. The teen still managed to outrun me in his socked feet, my police boots hindered my speed. Another officer eventually caught him and took him into custody.
I arrived with Carl at the station, the custody Sergeant, Jason, wanted the arrested teenagers trainers. Upon realising my error of not retrieving them, Jason demanded that I go find them or suffer the consequences.
I interviewed Carl again, he sat smugly in his socked feet claiming his innocence. I told him I had his shoes and now I wanted his socks too for forensic analysis. He peeled off his black socks, I bagged them before returning him barefoot to his cell.
Jason reminded me to go find the teenagers missing trainers.
I was in no hurry to leave, so I took a coffee break. Sitting nearby was another officer, Gavin. I explained about losing the teens trainers and what would be the consequences of not finding them.
“You’re new here”, he said.
“Yes”, I replied telling him I had only been out of police college a few weeks.
“Well I hope you’re wearing clean socks”, he said looking down at my boots.
He began explaining that Jason our custody Sergeant had a special way of dealing with ‘Rookies’ who have ‘messed up’ during their probationary period.
“I’m thick skinned, I can handle a telling off but what have clean socks got to do with it?”, I asked. Gavin shook his head.
“He likes nothing better than locking naive young coppers, like you, in the cells as punishment”, he said.
“That’s illegal”, I said.
“Yes! But nobody complains, especially when Jasons father is the Chief Constable”, he said explaining that he’d once mistakenly arrested someone. Jason released the guy and Gavin spent his downtime between shifts inside a cell. No special treatment either, everything taken from him including his boots. He couldn’t wait for his shift to start so he could get out of that cell.
“Why did you allow him to lock you up?”, I asked, disbelieving him.
“I was surrounded by other officers, probably past victims themselves, if I had resisted they threatened to strip me of more than just my boots”, he said.
He said Jason enjoys his job too much, he likes to make prisoners suffer even when they are released. He’ll find any excuse to keep their footwear and make them leave custody in their socked feet just to inconvenience and embarrass them.
“The property room is full of confiscated shoes and boots but mostly expensive trainers, their owners have given up asking for them back”, he said.
I quickly drank my coffee, finding the teenagers missing trainers had now become my utmost priority. Gavin warned me not to resist any punishment.
I thoroughly searched the area where the teenager removed his trainers. It was a fruitless exercise, some drunk had probably picked them up on his way home from the pub. I returned to the station and informed the sarge, he was unhappy at the extra paperwork required for the loss of prisoners property. He demanded I report to him at the end of my shift. My stomach churned knowing his intentions.
Another prisoner needed to be interviewed. I opened his cell door, inside was a young guy, in tee shirt jeans and white socks. I told him to put his Nike trainers on that had been left outside his cell. I took him to an interview room.
He proclaimed his innocence, he was upset, he had passed the breathalyser test earlier and expected to be released immediately, he had not expected to be locked up for hours in the cells.
He had no criminal record, never been in trouble before and had a good job in a bank, he was guilty of nothing except for knowing Carl. I should have released him immediately, but I didn’t.
I looked down at his trainers, expensive Nikes, there was no need to seize them as I already had the shoes that matched the shoeprints found at the crime scene. But if I confiscate his Nikes it might please Jason enough to not punish me.
I still continued the interview knowing he was innocent, however he did lie to protect Carl which made me feel less guilty about seizing his footwear.
“I need you to remove your trainers”, I demanded.
The lad tearfully looked at his footwear.
“Why? I have done nothing wrong”, he pleaded.
I told him I needed to seize them for examination, assuring him they would help eliminate him from my enquiries.
He reluctantly took them off and placed them on the desk. He watched as I sealed his Nikes inside an evidence bag. He was taken back to his cell in his white socked feet.
I gave the evidence bag to Jason, he seemed pleased that another prisoner would be leaving shoeless in the morning. I could only hope he would forget about my error earlier.
The rest of the night went quietly and my shift would soon be over.
After spending all night in the cells Alan was released on bail, although relieved to be freed he was upset to discover he’d be leaving shoeless, little did he know his Nike trainers would be just sat on a shelf for months, it was all about the inconvenience and Jason loved it.
I escorted him off the premises and watched him walk away in his socked feet.
I looked at my watch, it was 6am, my shift was over and I reluctantly returned to the custody suite to await my fate.

Kind of funny

Author – Chance

Kind of a funny story but not so much to me. My friend John and I were out four wheeling he just got his licenses and truck. We heard a noise so stopped and got out of the truck to look and make sure everything was alright. I stepped in some fresh cow crap and John said don’t get in my truck with that on your boot. Take it off so I took it off and tossed it on the back the truck is a flatbed didn’t think anything of it tossed things on the back of trucks all the time. We went on messing around climbing hills and driving through the mud it got late and we headed to the carwash to clean the truck and my boot.
When we got to the car wash, I got out it was wet so I hopped back to the bed to get my boot and clean it. while John washed his truck. I started to look for my boot but it was gone I hopped over to John and told him what happen. It was dark by then so we decided to wait and go back and find it tomorrow. John dropped me off. The next morning, I woke up took a shower and got dressed well all but my boot and called John. Walked in the kitchen for breakfast.
My stepdad ask why I was wearing one boot. I told him what happen. He was not happy and said Well you have three choices find it, be grounded for a month and get new ones are go on as normal but do it without a boot. John drove up we headed back out to find my missing boot. We looked for over two hours, John reminded me we had tickets to opening day at Fort Worth stock show and Mandy agreed to go with me are first date. I said I was not going but John drove to Mandy’s house and she got in the truck. I just hid my foot so she couldn’t see it then we went and picked up Kim, John’s date. Nobody seem to notice I only had one boot on, until we parked and I had to get out, I was so embarrassed Kim looked down and said why are you wearing one boot before I could say anything John said he lost it. Mandy never said a word. We actually had a good time.

My shoeless life

Author – Jman

A video on youtube inspired me to write this epic about my life.

My name is Jman and I don’t wear shoes
When I’m in my socks, it takes away my blues
My shoes are off an awful lot
“Cause I really rock when I’m in my socks
My name is Jman and I don’t wear shoes

It’s been that way ever since grade three
That’s when a school chum said to me;
“I’m in my socks, as you can see,
Take off your shoes and be like me.”
My name is Jman and I don’t wear shoes

We’ll run around the school in socks
Slide down the hall, we’ll really rock.
It would be cool, it would be neat
If we both were in our stocking feet.
My name is Jman and I don’t wear shoes

I heeded what my friend did say.
Took off my shoes. Threw them away.
We went t class and took our seats
We did our work in our stocking feet.
My name is Jman and I don’t wear shoes

We ran around the school in socks,
Slid down the hall, that really rocked.
It was so cool, it was so neat
To hang out in our stocking feet
My name is Jman and I don’t wear shoes

It was so cool, I have to say
That I stopped wearing shoes the day
It was so cool, it was so neat
Now I’m always in my stocking feet.
My name is Jman and I don’t wear shoes.

I like to go around the block
And take a walk in just my socks.
The pavement feels so really neat
When I step on it in my stockign feet.
My name is Jman and I don’t wear shoes.

I often walk on crowded streets
And say hello to folks I meet
Some think it’s cool, some think it’s neat
That I am in my stocking feet.
My name is Jman and I don’t wear shoes

But others think I should wear shoes
I say to them “Why? What is the use?”
When I wear shoes they weigh me down.
That causes me to have a frown
My name is Jman and I don’t wear shoes.

What I want them to really see
When my shoes are off, then I feel so free
I’m in my socks as you can see.
I’m in my socks because that’s me.
My name is Jman and I don’t wear shoes.

M socks are black when I run track
My socks are white when it’s late at night.
It’s red socks when I go to school.
Students and teachers find them cool.
My name is Jman and I don’t wear shoes.

Yet something that is very true:
My favorite socks are socks of blue
Yet, when I go into the town
I will wear my socks of brown
My name is Jman and I don’t wear shoes.

At certain times I can be seen
Out and about in socks of green.
My purple socks are all the rage
When I’m performing on the state
My name is Jman and I don’t wear shoes

I’m in my socks as you can see.
Take off your shoes and be like me.
You’ll find it cool, You’ll find it neat
To pad about in stocking feet
My name is Jman and I don’t wear shoes.

If you want to get rid of blues
Then you will need to lose your shoes
And if you really want to rock
You’ll need to rock in just your socks.
My name is Jman and I don’t wear shoes

It’s been a long time since that day,
The day I threw my shoes away
Been lots of walks around the block
Did lots of walking in my socks.
My name is Jman and I don’t wear shoes

I don’t wear shoes, I’m bold to say
It’s always going to be that way.
It still is cool. It still is neat
To spend my days in stocking feet.
My name is Jman and I don’t wear shoes

My school chum had inspired me
To live a life that is shoe free.
I learned that in my socks I’m me
I learned that in my socks I’m free
My name is Jman and I don’t wear shoes.

Be true to yourself for that is cool.
Be true to yourself for that is neat
It’s really cool, it’s really neet
To be true to yourself in your stocking feet.
My name is Jman and I don’t wear shoes.