foothills

word that i am going to say is this on joy division. on this blog that is. i had this shirt that zahir gave me. it was a beautiful shirt. it was an amazing shirt. it was a joy division shirt. it wasnt shit shirt with concert dates on it. it wasnt hand made crap i made with spray paint (done that) it was a beastly hand me down that i wore repetitively without even knowing the draw. maybe i found the draw years later? probably not. still, im in love with their notes. in my last year of college the FIRST time around, in my last semester, as i was transporting my belongings from dorm to car, someone stole my soiled laundry. they took soiled drawers. they took so many socks that i am ANGRY with the dryer. but they took my shirts. you might not think people still hold on for dear life to things like shirts. i do. fast forward to this year -1. i saw a girl wearing the same THE SAME joy division shirt i inherited. so i asked. did you see them? where did you get that? ( i was giddy with apprehension as i thought it was my stolen shirt ) “target” she replied. then she sneered and walked away. i was felled. im still spry, but i was felled. its all relative and that is at the happy end of spectrum life, but that was a peg down in the world for me.