(not a) red hooded sweatshirt

i own a certain item:

*black, like my heart
*small, like my mind
*tight, like my (whoa now)

it is, simply, the best tee shirt ever made or worn by any person, foreign or domestic. period.

clash's first album cover emblazoned across the front. i feel super sexxy in it. a boy's medium, it fits tight across the boobs. so the girls look real good.

this shirt makes me feel dangerous.

like a dame what could break your heart. or at the very least, a dame who might not show up with soup when you're sick.

the clash tee is my linus style security blanket. i've even avoided over-wearing so as not to dull it's magic power.

but now, after much love, and several years. it's faded to a dingy grey. lost that tight luster. a pinprick armpit whole, now a gaping wound.

let langston worry about what happens to a dream deferred. i need to know about a tee shirt deferred. how do i do right by joe (r.i.p.) and the boys?

does anyone know of a kind, loving home for past their prime punk rock tees? mention the anaheim hard rock cafe, and i will be forced to deliver a mouth punching.

i'm that dangerous.