R.I.P. Winged Hat (1984?-2004)

Sat 11/13/2004

I am a complete fucking moron.

It's really cold in New York and this morning I left the apartment wearing my ALL TIME FAVORITE HAT EVER, the blue wool one with red wings that MY MOM MADE for me when I was a little kid. I went underground for the Subway and took my hat off (which I always do when I go indoors). I got on the A train heading downtown and there was this girl sitting across the way with a plaid jacket and the way that her legs/feet were positioned on the floor while she read was really interesting I thought. So I took out my sketchbook and started to draw her.

I was trying to time the drawing...I had to get off at 59th street and I got on at 110th, but didn't start the drawing until about 96th. So I was drawing really fast and when we left 72nd, I knew 59th was the next stop so I was frantically just trying to give myself some landmarks on the page so I would remember how to finish the drawing later. The train stopped at 59th and I was still jotting down my last few lines. I snapped my sketchbook shut and jumped off the train just as the doors were closing...

And just as the train started to pull away my heart jumped into my throat....

MY HAT!!!?!

But it was too late. The train was gone and my hat with it. I can't even tell you how sad it made me. I've been sad all day because of it. I wanted to have that hat FOREVER. To give it to MY kids. But now its gone. All because of some stupid girl and her fucking feet and some shitty drawing that didn't even turn out good at all and me being a TOTAL MORON AND LEAVING MY HAT ON THE SEAT.

I know there is a lesson in here, that you shouldn't get attached to material things because you can lose them or they can get stolen or they can break. (Or howabout to not DRAW on the SUBWAY??!) But that doesn't make it feel any better.

My head was cold all day. I have other hats, but it's not going to be the same AT ALL.

That being said...

PEOPLE OF NEW YORK: IF I SEE YOU WEARING MY HAT I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU AND TAKE IT BACK. I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE A LITTLE KID OR SOME CRAZY HOMELESS GUY I WILL FLYING TACKLE YOU AND TAKE BACK WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY MINE.

Agggggggh.

1 comment on this entry

I know how you feel. I lost my all time favorite hat (a green hat with cartoony yellow wings sewn to the sides like your's) given to me by my friend who went missing in college. Now I have niether my friend, nor my hat which was a constant reminder of him.
Maybe we'll get them back someday, dude...keep the faith.

eyevan tumbleweed Mar14

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