RIP my flip flops.

So earlier today a tragedy of epic proportions. My flip flops, loyal companions which went from camp Cherith all the way to Kensington market,. have passed away. Me and one of my friends were having a fun little tustle when he went for the classic (and slightly predictable) leg behind leg throw. Unfortunately, he stepped on my foot as he did so, ripping my flip flops strap apart. While I was able to finish the fight despite my deep personal loss (I won of course), I was quite saddened by the loss of my dear friends. My friend gave me a pair of his flip flops which he no longer uses as I had nothing else to wear home, but it just wasn't the same. Now, I must go and come to terms with this great personal loss.