I hate me, part 541,966
I’m going away on tour next week ( I do lights for Monster Magnet) and I’ve started packing, and outside of the usual socks and underwear, everything else that’s going are clothes that get a lemon face and a “You’re wearing that?” from Carrie whenever I try to sneak them into my starting lineup. She has a good point, they mostly look like clothes that somebody would wear if they were asked to be in a police lineup for bums. Stains that have become part of the shirt design, tears that look like they designed for undiscovered appendages. Ill fitting, not in a “too big, too small” way but in a “are you sure that shirt was designed for a human?” way. So these misfit clothes will be doing battle with the rock venues of Europe. Some won’t return, they will not be mourned.