I have a Dropkick Murphy shirt I love. It is full of memories. I bought in 1998, or was it December 31, 1997. It was New Year's 1998 outside of Boston. I had gone to a concert there with a bunch of high school friends. It was the first time we had see each other since leaving for college. We got lost on the way there. I tripped some little asian girl that kicked me in the shins in the mosh pit. I crowd surfed there. Shane's mother bought a hotel room because we were heading back to Queensbury so late at night and she didn't want us driving.

I wore the shirt that whole night. And the next morning when I got home I threw in the washer. My dad came home later and put some of his clothes in there as well, but accidentally dropped some bleach in there too. My shirt was stained from day one. Bleach marks on the sleeves (its a baseball shirt) shoulders and back, but I loved it.

I also wore this shirt the day I ripped open my chin skateboarding in California. I was skateboarding down a large hill on a sort of dare. A car pulled up at the bottom of the hill, and when I tried to slow myself I went flying off my skateboard, ricocheted off a parked car and rolled down the hill on my face. I got up, got my skateboard and walked back to the house bleeding and in shock. A quick to the hospital and a bunch of stitches later and I was almost good as new. My Dropkick Murphy shirt however got a huge hole in the back of it.

So yeah...I love this shirt. And its over ten years old. And I still wear it.