bub has a sickness which i like to call “unusual attachment to sick rags”. its weird because he’s not a collector of objects — like dust collectors or.. comic books.. or anything weird and nerdy like that. but i have to say that his ratty tshirt collection habit is probably worse. the thing is the way bub dresses is — not to impress. so you wouldn’t think that his rags, which he seems to care nothing about — actually mean so much to him. i mean he leaves them in the dryer for weeks.. and he wears them all wrinkly. and he wears them with bleach spots on them. and he wears them with rips down the seams. and he wears them when they’ve no silk screen left on them and they have the texture of a nose blow paper. but just try and take one of these shirts that is tattered beyond all recognition out of the rotation and watch out. you will see easy going cucumber bub turn into hissy fit whiney bub heh! i can’t wait until he reads this one. so my new system is to just take the rags out of rotation when he’s not around and hide them somewhere he’s bound never to look — a place like my underwear drawer, and hold them there until i can clandestinely move them to the bin in the dead of night. i didn’t actually tell you the true location of the items — i still have my secrets.
