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I tore the ass out of my pants today. The entire seam running along my back left pocket gradually split open over the course of the day as I painted the baseboards of an empty apartment. I earned $75 tho', which buys plenty of needles and thread, and probably at least five more pairs of cheap Old Navy jeans, if I were so inclined to purchase them. I've had these jeans since maybe my freshman or sophomore year of high school, and so far I've ripped open the knee, caught the right leg in my bicycle sprocket and tore it open from ankle to calf, and burst open the crotch (what a great phrase!). Plus a couple other little holes in several areas, torn-off beltloops and raggedy cuffs, the works. Great pair of jeans that I intend to wear until they're scraps of fabric mainly held together with yards and yards of thread and several iron-on patches, and beyond. I also found a miraculous hat sitting next to the Salvation Army dumpster three days ago, apparently discarded along with some children's clothes and old toys as being unsuitable for the discerning customers of the establishment. It's a quality black felt Tom Waits hat (it simply resonates with Waits), either a flattish, rounded Porkpie or a Homburg with a slightly turned-up rear brim. I like it a whole hell of a lot. On a completely tangent note, I think I'm going to change my facial hair soon. I've had the Goat-'Stache for a while now, and it's time for something new, perhaps to match the hat. Pleasant evening, everyone.