Chrissy’s Superstars

Chrissy was too young and wore adidas Superstars with white socks pulled short, the way they were supposed to be worn. We’d find her at parties or behind the abandoned house, the one with the broken windows and a door that wouldn’t shut right. She didn’t stick around. The shoes did.

Superstars II. adidas Originals. They were better than everything else—Air Max, Chucks, Ballerinas, all of it. I can’t separate them from her now, which probably isn’t fair to the shoes, but that’s how these things work. An image gets stuck and you can’t shake it.

I wonder sometimes what happened to her. Whether she still wears them. Probably moved on to something else years ago. But I know why I never did.