Thursday, June 8, 2017
The beginning of the end
The same can be said of objects. Everything starts to deteriorate the moment it's made. Case in point: my jeans.
They started out dark blue about five years ago. A few months back I realized they had become pale blue, like the jeans I bought that way back in the '80s. And frayed bits had developed on the cuffs. Then, the other day, tah-dah, a hole on the right leg.
"Cool, you're about to become stylish," joked Lou.
Eh, I did the ripped jeans thing back in the '70. Now my priority is to not look too much like an old homeless guy who lives in a van. So these will become my dirty work pants. Grease, paint, adhesives, more rips, whatever. Then one day, when the crotch rips out, I'll send them off to blue jeans Valhalla. And some other jeans will become the designated grimy pair.