Dressing the part
Sep. 22nd, 2001 07:39 pm![]() |
| My old jacket. |
- Being thrown into a turtle tank that I drunkenly mistook for a coffee table and left to soak for hours
- Used to get over barbed-wire fences
- Doused in gasoline after accidentally knocking the fuel line off a VW I was working on
- Doused in salt water after drunkenly falling off a dock
- Had more alcohol spilled on it than the floor behind the bar at the Twilight Zone.
i used to get strange people running their fingers up and down my spine, playing with the pins, when I wore this on the bus. I can't even begin to tell you how many times people thought they were being clever when they asked for a safety pin. What's really fun now is you can tell it is the genuine article because the brass safety pins (the inner lines of the peace symbol) are very dull and brown now and the others have all begun to rust. All the snaps rusted shut a long time ago (the turtle tank and falling in the ocean took care of that, I imagine, not to mention all the rainy nights selling jewellery on Granville either on my back or Dianna's). Yeah... I've had a lot of fun in that jacket.
