I found my cache of Old Shit I Used To Write
songs
papers
conversations with people i dont remember
some where stream of consciousness stuff...
here is one about my hat
get ready for more shit shit heads
songs
papers
conversations with people i dont remember
some where stream of consciousness stuff...
here is one about my hat
My hat has had a very intresting beginning, and its demise is only right, i suppose. Of course, you have no idea what i'm talking about, so I guess i should start from the beginning.
In the christmas of 2002, my good friend Jeremy got a baige nautica hat. No more than 3 days later, it was mine. How did this come about you ask? Well, he had spent the night, and left his hat out in the den. My dog, being the curious little lab she is, decided to see what this new thing was. When we awoke in the morning, we could not find the hat anywhere inside. That afternoon we went out back and found it, in good condition considering what it had been through. The bite marks went through almost 90% of the bill material, and there were about 4 different sets of bites. I felt extremly guilty and offered to buy Jeremy a knife in return for the hat. He agreed and i kept the hat. Its on display on a few pictures in this first form, particulary the one where i'm holding a giant video camera.
The rest of the holiday passed by without incident. Around February I went to school without my hat. I could not find it that morning and time was of the essence. 3 days later i found my hat in a sorry state. My dog had taken chunks out of the bill and left deeper bite marks. I thought i could salvage the hat and took scissors to it, to cut away the white bill part that protruted from the ruined fabric. It worked, and once again I was wearing my hat proudly, keeping my shitty hair contained within its walls. The school year ended without incident.
Tonight I found my hat on the floor, after 3 weeks of non-usage. The strap was very loose and there was a hole in the back of the hat, like something had taken a chunk out of it. The bill again has white bill material sticking awkwardly out and added strands of fabric hanging randomly to its display. After re-tightening the strap, and putting the hat back on, i have decided it is time to retire my hat.
It was a grand 7 months, and it served me well. And so the hat, which came into my possession through my dog, now leaves me through its only weakness... my dog.
Thank you for reading the history of this magnificent specimen of surivval.
get ready for more shit shit heads