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Then-Ferguson police officer Darren Wilson during his medical examination after he fatally shot Michael Brown, in Ferguson, Mo. (St. Louis County Prosecuting Attorney’s Office via Associated Press)

In comments to the New Yorker, Darren Wilson, the Ferguson, Mo., police officer who shot and killed 18-year-old Michael Brown, appeared to lament the prying ways of media organization that have tailed him over the past year. Writer Jake Halpern notes that Wilson worked for a couple of weeks at a boot store, but didn’t stick around after inquiries from reporters started piling up. “No matter what I do, they try to get a story off of it,” Wilson told Halpern.

For more information on Wilson’s time among boots, try the, an outlet that put some shoe leather into the story.

He also worked at Chuck’s Boots, a warehouse in Fenton, a suburb of St Louis, that describes itself as the largest boot store in the world with 70,000 pairs on the shelves including some made from ostrich, shark and alligator skin.

When Daily Mail Online visited a pile of Confederate Flag bandanas lay on the counter by the till.

A worker at the store said that Wilson was put in the warehouse sorting out the stock but that he left after a couple of months.

The worker said that Wilson just ‘didn’t seem to fancy it’.

The worker also said there was a dispute over Wilson being hired among some of the employees but that he did not know the details.

Though Wilson was cleared by a St. Louis grand jury and by a Justice Department investigation into the shooting of Brown on Aug. 9 last year, he resigned from his position with the Ferguson police department and hasn’t exactly had his pick of policing jobs. As Wilson makes clear to the New Yorker, he has stayed out of the public eye, a strategy that involves careful arrangements. Of his restaurant choices, Wilson tells the New Yorker: “We try to go somewhere — how do I say this correctly? — with like-minded individuals. You know. Where it’s not a mixing pot.”

Wilson’s difficulty in securing a private life came into relief last November, when the New York Times reported on his marriage to fellow officer Barbara Spradling; the story mentioned the street on which Wilson and Spradling owned a home. When folks protested the paper’s decision, the Times noted that it had been mentioned in previous news accounts.

In any event, the New Yorker piece may just boost Wilson’s privacy expectations, as it portrays an uneventful and circumscribed daily existence whose newsworthiness may just plummet after the first anniversary of Brown’s death passes.