Once, we created and sold a marijuana t shirt at a reggae festival. It was a really nice marijuana t shirt. We really loved the design on the front of it. The colors of the marijuana t shirt were really vibrant. There were many nice things all over the fair-grounds. A lot of different types of clothing vendors, body paints, jewelry and food. So many nifty things to stop and take a look at but the marijuana t-shirt was by far our favorite, which is why we have them here to sell. A little strapped for cash, we decided against bringing too many of the marijuana t shirts and continued on our way to enjoy the music. On the main stage, Heavy Weight Dub Champion was playing. (A Proustian moment, indeed.)
The music was amazing; it made the body move. There were beautiful girls dancing everywhere. Soon the thought of that marijuana t-shirt began to creep back into mind. We listened to a few more songs. We danced and had a great time. The band was awesome and as their set closed up, we left in search of that marijuana t shirt.
Through the droves of people, we walked across the fair grounds. Past the food vendors and passed the trinkets we did not need. After a little walk we found ourselves back at the exact merchandise booth at which I had first spotted the marijuana tshirt. We gave the vendor the money and told him our size. He came back with the marijuana t shirt and my change. We just couldn’t wait to wear my marijuana t shirt. We walked off the beaten path a little and changed our shirt. We made our way back to the stage just in time to catch the next act.
On the second stage was Don Carlos: Eek-a-Mouse on the first stage. We almost couldn't decide which to watch. As we pondered which band we would watch my marijuana t shirt began to itch our skin. Man, "we hate the feeling of a new shirt," we thought. We almost couldn't wait to get home and wash our marijuana t shirt. We proceeded to the first stage to watch Eek-a-mouse. In slight discomfort, we watched the set – another great show. Feeling really good with the events of the day, we headed on home when the music stopped. With our marijuana t-shirt and happy memories we returned to our house. We sat down at our computer, turned on the i-tunes and took off our marijuana t shirt. We turned out the lights and went to sleep. Dreams of the marijuana t shirt danced in our heads, slowly evaporating off in our sub-conscious like the wispy contrails of a roach in its final moments of use.