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That was my jacket. I owned that jacket. Not only did I own that jacket, but I saved up for two months to buy that jacket - it was one of the single most expensive pieces of clothing I've ever owned (I think it cost, like, $80.) And I loved it so. I felt so indestructibly cool when I wore it. I got it in Charleston and then I wore it in Baltimore in art school and then I had it when I lived in the East Village in the 80s. At that point in my life I had a month or two where I spent every lunch hour taking the train down to Union Square, running over to PS 19 on 1st between 11th & 12th, picking up my daughter, running her down 9 blocks to the afterschool place on 2nd Street, hopping back onto the train at Houston and getting back to work next to Carnegie Hall, all in a little over an hour. And every day I did that I worried that someone was going to mug me for my fabulous jacket. Seriously. I worried about that.
Now as I look at that jacket I am unsure why. And I realize that I don't have any idea whatever happened to it. Ah the lost clothes of youth. Hee. I also had a giant T-shirt I got on 14th St.that said LEAVE ME ALONE in big pink, green and black letters. I wore that with black capri length leggings and that jacket and black pumps and let me tell you, I was pretty damn cool.
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