Part 6

T-Shirts

“Being a rockstar is the intersection of who you are and who you want to be.” – Slash

Am I the only guy on the planet that has t-shirt problems?  I mean, if a t-shirt isn’t ripped or too badly stained, then I consider it wearable.  Most of my t-shirts are vintage; maybe ten plus years old, maybe older.  Who knows?  This isn’t something I keep track of.  Most of them were some marketing gimmick that I got for free.  I have one with a V-8 logo, one from some horrible kind of tea that tastes like dirt (just a minute, let me check) Guayaki.  Who ever heard of that?  But it is black with a cool looking leafy logo.  So I wear it.  I have a Harley-Davidson tee, and I’m now down to one, slightly faded, at least 15 years old Oregon State University freshman orientation tee.  I have a few that were gifts, that actually look pretty decent, and some that I bought at Roth’s Dress For Less on sale in a bundle of, let’s just say, a bunch.  I have a drawer full of tees.  I carefully utilize the FIFO (first in, first out) method of cycling through them so that they all get an equal chance at being worn.  Tees that are fresh from the wash are carefully placed on the bottom of the stack.  The same with undershorts.  Same drawer.  Different stack.  I’m very organized when it comes to underwear.  The problem is I seem to have a problem recognizing when they need to be recycled to the rag bin.  Fortunately, I’ve had the good fortune to have women in my life who have a prescient knowledge of when that should happen.  But I remain mystified at how they know.  The universe is fully of mysteries.