Today, I realized that I get attached to t-shirts because each one that I buy has a story behind it, a meaning.
This is my very first Stüssy shirt and it was given to me as birthday present by my two close friends back in high school. This shirt is super old and I’m guessing that it’s been with me for about five or six years. So in six years this shirt has been through seven homes, four years of college, and the final years of my Dad’s and step Mom’s marriage.
It’s bittersweet because I don’t want to let it go but at the same time it would be nice to see it go to a good home. I didn’t feel like throwing this in the plastic bag with the rest of my clothes for Goodwill was going to do it justice. I figured that snapping a pic and doing a quick post would be good for memories.
So long old friend, it’s been real.