I’m a marathon skateboarder. This doesn’t mean that I skate 26.2 miles at a time, pushing along like a blind idiot until my nipples are bleeding from the constant rubbing against my shirt and I’ve thrown up a sandwich from two weeks ago, I’m just really into covering ground on my skateboard.
I had this whole intro worked out in my head where I was going to compare the venerable Duffs Gamblers to Steven Segal, in the sense that they are/were both hard to kill. Silly, right?
I wouldn’t normally be spreading the word about my plantar warts like it was mustard on a slice of rye, but I’ve got some weighing in to do on the pros and cons of the remedy.
These nasty little chiggers have been roosting in both of my feet for the past decade. Three on each foot, on the ball under the last two toes. For the better part of those ten years, they laid low. Barely visible, no inkling of pain or ugliness. Then we started wearing all these un-puffy skate shoes around the stable and the bastards flared like a colt’s nostrils at the sight of an apple. (Read on …)