221 - Booties


It is raining outside and you could not be more excited. You suit up for school in your slick-and-shiny black rain coat and slip on the coup de gras: your red skull-and-crossbones rubber booties.

No one will fuck with you today. The empty eyes of the skulls on the side of these dead man's Wellingtons serve as a rubbery warning to any who may tread too near.

This girl is not to be taken lightly, say the skeletonic insignias.

With your pirate puddle-splashers in, you are the baddest bitch in kindergarten. You are a pre-school punk rock pixie, and rain only makes you tougher.