I remember when i was younger...my mother had bought me the ugliest pair of jeans from a store called Bradlees. They were horrible fam... They were a corduroy-like tight material and already faded. This wasn't the good fade; it was the “my black jeans have been washed too many times throw them the hell away" fade. Every time they got washed…they’d turn even whiter. I looked like i jumped out the tv straight from nick at night...cause the gyms were that type of black and white.
She, for some reason loved these jeans...and forced me to wear them. Whenever my clothes would get dirty, i knew sooner or later i had to wear...THE JEANS. It got to a point where i didn't even want to play outside anymore cause i thought if i keep my clothes clean...she wouldn’t have to wash them and I wouldn't have to wear those jeans. But it didn't work and i didn't want to hurt her feelings...so i had to come up with a plan ...what would G.I. Joe do???
I finally got tired of it ...so one day, while she was at work...I wrapped the jeans up in 5 different trash bags, and put it in a book bag i didn't use any more...ran into my back yard and heaved those jeans into the woods. As i walked back to the house i couldn't believe ...My brother was on a military leave and come home to surprise us. He had watched me run into the woods and had this smirk on his face ...the kind the joker has...I washed his car for weeks because of that
I remember like it was yesterday and it was 20 plus years ago...
Last week he told on me
