Sweet Memory of Boredom

So Dr. Theresa and I had somewhere to go this morning, and I was getting dressed, going through my t-shirt drawer, and I suddenly remembered a conversation I had with Seo Kim and Kent Osborne at the Gus's Fried Chicken in Oxford, Mississippi, 10 years ago... the first location, before Gus's Fried Chicken moved, and before they subsequently went out of business, in Oxford, Mississippi, at least. So... we were sitting at the counter, as I recall, and I was like, "I don't wear t-shirts with pictures or words on them anymore. I don't know why. Now I wear plain t-shirts. A red t-shirt... a blue t-shirt..." There was a pause and then suddenly we all burst into raucous laughter as the tediousness of my trailing-off sentence simultaneously struck us with its massive boring stupidity. So! Anyway, I started thinking this morning when faced with the evidence that it's not true anymore. Like, Megan will send me an Andy Warhol t-shirt if the Million Dollar Book Club is reading about him, or some swag t-shirt she nabbed from a JUROR #2 screening, ha ha!, or an Oedipus t-shirt with a slogan so filthy I have to wear something over it when I go outside. I don't want you to think Megan dresses me exclusively! Ace also helps. He thinks it's funny to come back from a trip and give me a t-shirt that says "Daddy's Little Meatball" on it or has a picture of Disney's Country Bear Jamboree on it, just to name two of many examples. Or, like, I do a DJ set at The End of All Music where no one but Bill Boyle shows up to dig my beats, and they give me a free t-shirt anyway! So I just want to say that now lots of my t-shirts have slogans and pictures on them.