April 07, 2011
a favorite tee shirt
Originally published October 5, 2003
I don't remember where or when I got the tee shirt I'm wearing now. I just remember liking it for a long time. It has a front shirt pocket where I can carry my cigarettes. The picture on the back is of an old diner on the shore of a lake somewhere that I've never been. The shirt is stained as if someone spit tobacco juice and rust all over it years ago, it's ugly and looks unclean when it comes fresh out of the dryer. One shoulder has a big rip in it. If I were still married, my ex-wife would throw my shirt in the rag-hamper and use it to clean the bathroom sink the next time she felt domestic.
But I still like to wear my ugly shirt when I have nowhere to go and nobody to impress. It just feels good because I've worn it so many times. I don't care what it looks like. It's my favorite tee shirt.
Of course, I've been proud of owning ugly dogs in my life, too. I believe that I have a real problem with aesthetics.
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