Up until 2 minutes ago, I was thinking that I’d swiped this vintage Nietzsche t-shirt from Andy (partner in crime/ boyfriend, etc.) Looking at the gaping hole – really beyond a hole at this point – it occurs to me that it was headed for the trash before yours truly intervened.
If my apartment happened to burst into flames and I had to pick between my rag collection and the nice stuff, it’d be a no brainer. Oh man, my mom would love to have a bonfire where my t-shirts would serve as the kindling.
Rough around the edges isn’t so bad.