The death of The Shirt
written on Friday, May. 30, 2003 at 2:08 AM

My dog just ate part of my Bouncing Souls sweatshirt. This shirt has been a part of my wardrobe for 3 years. I don't put too much emphasis on clothing, but this is my shirt. It was so comfy and I always felt so nice and fuzzy in it.

Sometimes, that dog is more trouble than he's worth.

Goodbye, fair shirt. I loved you so.

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