I can't get rid of some of my clothes because of sentimental reasons, however
useless, ugly or oversized they are. Like this shirt.
So okay, I was 18 years old, weighted 15 kilos more and traveled through this hippy
city in the US and grunge was all the rage. And look, there's a sun on the front and
a moon on the back, isn't that a great idea?! Yellow doesn't even suit me.