Glue

So the other day I had nothing much to do, so I went to work a couple hours early and went into a couple of these cool stores down yonder on Oak Street.

I went into this thrift store called Glue and was immediately assaulted by an extreme amount of incense. The heavily dreadlocked proprietors informed me that everything in the store was 50% off. Aerosmith's Greatest Hits was playing at a louder-than-normal-for-a-store volume. Pink Floyd, David Bowie, Jimi Hendrix and many more posters were like varnished or whatever into the floor. So far this store seemed pretty sweet.

I browsed through their immense selection of t-shirts, but didn't find any that really caught my eye. I then started going through the button up section, and hidden among the usual weird thrift store stuff I found like ten so out of style that they're cool western shirts, complete with yokes and pearl snaps. I found this blue Wrangler one that struck a chord with me for some reason. I'm not really sure why but I was drawn to this shirt. Maybe I saw it once or twice during my childhood or something. Anyway I tried it on, and it fit like a glove. I bought it. And one more. I had to exercise restraint to not buy a dozen cowboy shirts. It helped that the store didn't accept debit cards and I only had 15 bucks on me.