Dear item of clothing that is my black Levis. Oh how I cherish thee. You have been with me for nearly half my life. 13 years to be exact. The places we have been and the souvenir of scars you have accumulated. Stains of paint from the first few years in art school. Fabric wear at the knees from all the dank venues I’ve performed in. And all throughout, you only became more comfortable. Feels like a warm towel yet looks like an unmade bed.
If you would forgive my recent lack of resourcefulness to properly patch you up. It seems you have fell upon a mortal would – a huge rip at the crotch area (ladies). I may know of fixing things right, my intentions we’re more of fixing things NOW. Held it together with nothing more than duct tape I did! Tolerate you did to this back alley procedure but I knew you we’re hurtin’.
Could it be that you are telling me that your time is nearing an end? A bitter pill to swallow this revelation will be. The question is whether to accept –or- to rise and say “we will rebuild it! we can MAKE IT BETTER!”
I like getting as much mileage as I can from the things I buy. Bionic pants. You’ll see. Just you wait.
I did buy akshuly. So here’s to the next 13 years. Woo!
Posted by marcodelatorre at June 30, 2008, 8:44 pmcyborg pants? pants with a brain warn you of oncoming danger? pants made of millions of nano-bots that repair any damage or can form into anything!!!
The day will come, you’ll see.
Posted by Dennis at July 1, 2008, 4:02 am13 years? WOW!
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You know, if you didn’t spend so much money on cameras, computers, and iPods, you could probably afford a new pair of pants.
Posted by Billy at June 30, 2008, 8:31 pm