So I took the surface streets to work today and stopped at a red light on 13th East in front of East High (Go Wildcats!). I watched a group of students through my windshield as they crossed the street and one girl in particular caught my eye. Just as the light changed, I realized that what had caught my attention was her outfit. I owned the exact same one.
In like 1993.
I spent the rest of my commute kicking myself for burning those "classic" pieces from my awkwarder pre-adolescence.
I could have made some serious money.