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.