I have this thing

It's a sweater.  Sweatshirt to be more specific.  It is by far my favorite garment I've ever owned.  I bought it while I was in college and felt like treating myself.  It came with the new album from one of my favorite bands at the time.  (unnecessary side note: I do still listen to that band, but I'm not as into them as I once was.  It's cruel what time does to your favorite things.)  In the 12 years I've had the privilege of wearing this wonderful hoodie sweatshirt, it has started many conversations with it's "Price is Right" style font and confusing words.  "The Mr. T Experience."  That's the name of the band.  If you're totally into emo punk rock, you might enjoy their work.  I recommend their 1997 Album, "Revenge is sweet, and so are you."

This sweatshirt is faded brown in some parts from a few too many days crumpled up in the back seat of my car with the sun beating down on it.  The string that runs though the hood has been lost for several years now, but aside from that, it's still in pretty good condition.  I live in Chicago now, where a sweatshirt is hardly enough to keep you warm in the winter, so it's often buried under several other layers of more appropriate clothing.  I will be absolutely heart broken when I can't wear it any more.  Fortunately for me, I have no fashion sense and a willingness to wear even the most tattered and torn garments.

Sorry if this was a little more melancholy than usual, but I've been reading The Hunger Games and they can be a little depressing on many different levels.  I hope to finish by the weekend.