2003-09-21 - 7:46 a.m.
i dreamt of the world's best jacket last night.
in my dream i was running aorund a very cool thrift store with alex. i staryed off by myself only to find the beauty (aka the jacket).
it was red leather. the kind of red leather you could only find in the eighties. the kind of red leather that puts michael jackson's "bad" into you head. it was made for a big man. the shoulder's had that paded pleited look. and though this sounds so amazing it is hard to believe at this point...i haven't gotten to the good shit.
on the back of this glowing piece of art was a black and white picture somehow exposed onto the leather. and in that picture stood four very hot men: Steve"Journey Rocks" Perry, Joe "Arrowsmith can kick your ass" Perry, Scott "He's got what it takes to light your fire" Baio, Keith "There's to say about me that hasn't already been said" Richards.
but wait just when you thought it couldn't get any better...
above the picture of these hearthrobs was one word that summed it all up.
Rebels.
