i found this mans insulated shirt at the goodwill. I immediately fell in love. the perfect shirt for santacon. I put it on and hugged myself in all of the shirts insulated red, flannel glory. Its felt like i was hugging my fabricated, mountaineering, paul bunyan esque past. as soon as my friends saw me in it, they hated it. Told me it was unbecoming and made me look fat. it didnt matter to me. I wore it to santacon, we went to chopsticks too, my first karaoke experience in this city. The shirt looked badass with my white jeans, big striped socks and santa boots. I sang metallicas enter sandman to a standing ovation in this shirt, got paid 20$ by a stranger in exchange for my santa hat, was given a weird girft by a starnger outside who was with his friend from reno “fresh outta the slammer”, and closed down the bar to ice ice baby as team fun with my friends, which got everyone in the bar up and dancing. This shirt made dreams that i didnt even know that i had come true. Its work here is done.
goodbye dear unflattering man sized insulated red shirt, you were there on my last epic night of partying in 2009.
