I got this hat in High School. (Maybe Chantal remembers?) It originally had a bill, but that soon came off, and I had to use safety pins to keep it from coming apart further after that. I wore it through High School, through the Cathead years, through all of my first few girlfriends, and aside from occasional parties and costumes, has gone un-used since I was 25. Weird to think this hat is almost as old as I was when I gave up wearing it. Why does this single item carry so much emotional baggage attached to a single, tiny item of clothing? I spent yesterday crying over this…
Austin Rich 