| MY MOM WASHED MY ******* JEAN JACKET!?
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I have this jean jacket that I haven't worn in like a year because I don't really have pants that aren't jeans anymore and thus, can't wear the jean jacket.
Well, I'm home for the weekend watering my parents' plants while they're away and realize that I don't have any clothes here anymore, so I'm in some parachute-material-type pants for the first time in a while, my brother's tshirt and "Holy crap! my jean jacket!" Then I put it on and realize something is amiss...
It doesn't smell like beer, whiskey, cigarettes, and the streets of new york. It's creased. My mom washed my jacket. I used to live in this jacket. Despite the above, it didn't smell like that stuff, but they'd all been spilled/applied to the sleeves of said jacket, it had a certain je ne sais quoi. I liked it.
Time to start over tonight...
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