So Long, Cypress Hill T-Shirt

Today, I say goodbye to an old friend -- dear to me for the past two decades.

Goodbye, Cypress Hill t-shirt.

I remember when I brought you home from the mall in the fall of 1993. You were brand new.

I'll remember wearing you when I put peroxide in my bowl-cut hair.

I remember when I got my first job and your helped me decorate for prom at the school where I worked.

But now, Cypress Hill t-shirt, you are worn beyond wearing.

Your sleeves were cut off long ago when your status was reduced to lawn-mowing-shirt. Now your fabric is splitting and your design is cracked.

 

It's been a good run, Cypress Hill t-shirt.

So long.