RIP right Moccasin(note: I do not, nor have I ever, named my moccasins)
This right moccasin served me well for about a year and a half - the mortal wound along its right side had developed initially due to wear and tear. Tuesday night,
Lucy (see right, in a more peaceful mood)
was insatiable - only one thing would appease her crazy, animal appetite (Duh duh duh...)
And so, I became Lucy's favorite friend ever. All it took was the sacrifice of half of a pair of heavenly footwear that had done nothing wrong.
I think you can read Lucy's eyes in one of two ways here.
1. I'm sorry for devouring your moccasin, Jeff. Please forgive me.
2. So...where's the left one??