Ah New air I have always heard about it. The day to work has finally come. Phil Night told me basketball players will buy me, since I am a basketball shoe. As I am picked up I feel a tingly scratchy feeling that makes me tickle... My laces being twisted into a pretzel But as I'm working I feel a a strain... Right along my sole and then I hear it. A tear a rip a grasp of despair. My owner Myself Both of us disappointed. As I am Thrown away to rot for the rest of my life.