The footsteps of my Cody James boots are pronounced and loud. Fearing their power, you scurry away and hide while they stop around a plastic bottle.
The right one lifts up and positions itself over the vulnerable bottle. Scared but curious, you watch from afar, hidden from my sight. The sudden and loud sound of plastic crushing consumes the area. You shudder seeing how easily the bottle collapses under my boot.
One final push is all it takes to reduce the bottle to a flat surface. You see my foot swing around and look at the treads in awe. Then I walk away, going into the house.
Unable to contain your curiosity, you find a way inside and approach the large boots sitting in my bedroom. I am out of the room, leaving you to your vices. They say explore and you listen. Admiring them comes at a price, though. A miscalculation leaves you falling down the boot shaft, landing on the insole. You're now trapped and you feel the floor vibrate as my feet approach...