When clothes turn

Posted on by thedislocatedhippies

Today, my shirt attacked me,  I should have seen the signs,

Frayed around the collar.

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Coming unstitched.

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i guess there’s only so much that cotton can stand.

This shirt fared farewell to Singapore with me, stood by me as we defied Neptune and his aquatic minions on the equator, sailed gaily into Jakarta Harbor, braved the squalor, the smog and the red light district.

I first noticed trouble on the train to Surabaya when hard men near me began to blanch and quail.  This doughty fellow, who no doubt had seen hard and bloody services in the provinces, changed seats.  It was then I suspected that something was amiss.

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Then this morning in Surabaya it happened.  As I blew the bugle and ordered it into action it snapped, went doolalie I tell you and had at me, it’s master.  It slapped me in the nose, breathed noxiously all over me and it was all I could do to wrestle it off and consign it to the black hole of Bills guitar case, where it lies moaning with the other reprobates.

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Kristen and Billy sprang from the loins of 4 heroic ancestors. They roamed the Earth separately for an Age, playing the zither, predicting earthquakes, calling bingo games, eating sponge cakes, and watching old movies on tv. They were schooled by the Dominicans and the Christian Bros, what taught them their letters and scribbling skills. So, rudely equipped, and with a missal full of hymns in their hearts they stepped forth into the world. Kristen and Billy tried to keep the hippy flame alive as they strove and stumbled through work, like Kane from Kung-Fu crossed with Pollyanna, finding both good and evil in the hearts of men, ( but mainly good). They filled out time sheets and instead of villains punched the clock over and over again. Finally, the dark clouds parted, the sun shone through, they met each other, stopped punching and started living. Now they are two wide eyed, clickety hipped, post career dislocated hippies looking to get lost in a big wide world.