my dirty long johns

sitting alone in my near empty apartment.

i finished packing most everything today, and put it all back into my car again. cindy called while i was doing so, and asked if i was going to miss my apartment.

"nope. glad to be leaving. the only thing i'm gonna miss is my long johns hanging from my ceiling (which i'm thinking of leaving as a memento for my roommate to remember me by)."

my dirty long johns hanging from my bedroom ceiling -
the main stay of my columbian apartment experience.

dirty from paint, of course. they've been up and hanging since, almost, day one. i gave up on them as clothing a long time ago. they are a bit too tight, up in the crotch, and around the waist, to wear comfortably. not enough breathing room. but, they've made a perfect (ly strange) paint rag for the last 2 months.