So I got dressed today, which is always a major achievement when I don't have to work. (Especially since I gained some weight and my clothes are a bit snug for my tastes) Put on one of the few shirts that hasn't shrunk, a nice little classic "Clutch" t since I've been a fan of the band since the mid-90's I feel entitled to wear it. It's just a simple shot of a galaxy with the bands name printed over it in a sci-fi/faux middle eastern font. Nothing too weird, just enough to trademark it. I'm assuming its a subtle reference to the song "Spacegrass", but I might be stretching.
I went to wal-mart.
I was asked what language my shirt was in.
Save me. Please.
I mean it, I'm desperate... in a few months I'll be reduced to begging one-way tickets off of people on e-bay, just to get away from here. I don't care where... Aruba, Jamaica, Buffalo... I don't care!!!
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