This past Sunday, as my better half was putting our clothes away after laundry, I shared with him something I’ve been hiding about this shirt. I confessed to him I didn’t wear this shirt as much as I’d like because I’ve been too afraid of ruining it. Mainly because it’s white. I never buy a white band t-shirt unless I absolutely had to. When we went to go see Jenny Lewis two years ago, I had to. Music t-shirts are like minor artifacts of something that’s so incredibly important to me. Also, sometimes I pay way too fucking much and that shit needs to last me a while.

My better half said to me, it’s been two and a half years, you have to enjoy this shirt, and placed it on the top of my t-shirt stacks.

That’s the kind of light he brings.