Last night, my dear friend Sara called with news of free passes to the Vice party at Milk.  Three floors of free vodka, MIA, Interpol, this deranged Afrikaaner called Die Antwoord, a random Kirsten Dunst sighting and the very best part: my t-shirt twin.

This amazing clothwork, purchased in 1991 one day after school, across the street from PS 69, at my favorite (and Jackson Height's only) record shop (read: tape shop).  That shirt, besides serving as a killer Halloween costume in '91 and '98, a default look in '99-'02, a puke bib and a mop, also facilitated one of my cooler nights back in the summer of '01 when I hung out with Brian Bell (who attended, as it turns out, the concert on the t-shirt) at a bar on top of the World Trade Center with Jay Moore, after Weezer had played Conan.  Ask me about that later.

Dear T-shirt twin,

I saw you at the Creator's Project June 26th at Milk Studios. Your were pushing your way to the front at the MIA performance. I was about a foot below you getting trampled.  Hit me up on the FB and let's swap t-tales!

Love,

your t-shirt twin