
In the 1970s, my friend Holly was the coolest girl who ever left Newark for Tucson. She was wicked-smart, beautiful, and had a library of ironic t-shirts. This weekend, Holly bequeathed three decades worth of the paper thin, rock & roll shirts to her daughter. Emily slipped one on, stuffed the rest in her backpack, and hit the road.
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and that is how it should be done.
she can never go wrong walking into any train station wearing an iron butterfly rock n roll tee.
If only I'd inherited my older stepbrother's Furry Freak Brother's t-shirt...just think how cool I'd be.
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