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  • (T Shirt (album)) T Shirt is a 1976 album by Loudon Wainwright III. Unlike his earlier records, this (and the subsequent 'Final Exam') saw Wainwright adopt a full blown rock band (Slowtrain) - though there are acoustic songs on T-Shirt, including a talking blues.

  • A short-sleeved casual top, generally made of cotton, having the shape of a T when spread out flat

  • (t-shirt) jersey: a close-fitting pullover shirt

  • A T-shirt (T shirt or tee) is a shirt which is pulled on over the head to cover most of a person's torso. A T-shirt is usually buttonless and collarless, with a round neck and short sleeves.











Day 1/365 The Walk Home




Day 1/365 The Walk Home





Fri. 1/01/10

12:01 AM: Man... When I looked down at my phone and saw "Jan 10, 2010" I was ecstatic. Shots was the first song I heard in the new decade. I was soo glad I was with a bunch of people I've grown quickly to love. They're all cool to me, and I'm so glad I have them.

After the ball fell, Matt, Pat, Derrick, Jordan, and Jeremy piled into pat's car. We dropped Derreck at his house, then continued to drive to Stephanies house where we dropped something off.. I forgot, but it was a crazy ride over there haha. Matt was freaken crazyyy!

Well, after doing a lot of driving, we finally got to pat's house. Met Warren there, who wasn't supposed to be there, but was allowed to haha. Magic! We were all planning on sleeping over there. I was introduced to pat's incredibly cute sister who seemed to be a college freshmen. We went upstairs to his room and screwed around a bunch haha. Warren raped pat's cat, Jeremy started bleeding to death by a nose bleed, Matt was looking at porn, and pat's porn stash, while jordan and I were just standing there, laughing at what everyone else was doing haha xD "SHU UP!" Pat's Sister sugessted us to go outside and chill a bit. So we did. wait.. I just realized that I left Beth's house without a jacket...

Borrowed pat's jacket that seemed to be the jacket of a 7 year old lol. I took 5 min to put on my chucks, while everyone else walked on, beside pat. Pat waited for me. Pat and I walked and tried to catch up to everyone else. I lost Pat when I caught up with everyone. After running back trying to get Pat, we Kept walking, talked man stuff haha. my hand started to bleed from the cuts yesterday because of the cold. Were stared at by people driving by, and we stared back. We ran back home after we got freaked by them haha and found pat on the way. He had this sad/pissed face and said "Dude, My sister is f*king pissed! you guys have to go home..." Then Jordan gets a phone call, talks in a very calm voice, (it happens to be pat's sister on pat's phone). I felt that he was plesant and in line, but she completely shot him down and thought he was joking and being sarcastic! It was retarded!

So we got back 5 min after, some went up to pat's room and got their stuff. Pat's sister thought we were drinking or smoking pot of all things... I mean, we were acting like ourselves!lol xP. I stayed down while pat's sister talked to warren. Warren tried to defend us and she accused him and us, mainly him, of "wrecking her house". Warren sincerely appoligizes in a calm profesional tone saying "I am very for the way I've been, I didn't realize it, but i'm deeply sorry." She then said, "You know you're being an ass right?" She then called her mom and told her what happened. She proceeded to put warren on the phone, who tried defending us, as well as complained that pat's sister was with her friends drinking, making us feel uncomfortable. I asked for a band aid, and pat's sister got one for me while warren was talking. Idk what happened next, but I got the band aid, and everyone was ready to go. As we were in the garage, waiting for pat to finnish talking with his sister, we were talking about how ridiculously stupid this was! I mean, we wern't drunk or anything! Pat then came out, then was called in by her sister. He came back out, then was called back in. We walked to his car. He came back out again and got to the car. Then his sister came back and said "My mom told me someone was drinking!" Thats when everyone was moaning! Matt was cussing about it, I was saying god dammnit, Warren couldn't say anything because he was already in enough shit. Matt then said, "You know what? We'll just walk!" I told him to shut up. Then pat's sister then said "My mom is about to call the cops!" I mean seriously... We were getting beyond pissed at this point. Then she said "Alright, Well, You can either stay here and wait for my mom to come back home (even though we were kicked out??) or walk home cause pat isn't driving you home." Matt proceeded to say "Fuck this shit! Let go!"

So we walked to matt's house at around 2:54 am, me without a jacket. Just a pullover sweater and long shirts and long underwear. We walked to the mobile at the corner of m59 and duck lake. Got some stuff, warmed up. then continued to matt's house. We talked about a bunch, mainly what happened. The 6 mile walk was pretty cool haha. Cold I mean. We all felt bad for pat. We're going to get him a big pinata. The guys continued talking about past experiences and pranks and crap haha. Man it was cool being with them.

My hand started to bleed again in the middle of the walk. I was alright on body heat. The only things that were freezing now were my hands and the one covered in blood. I couldn't put it anywhere cause it would stain so I just continued to put it in my mouth and blew on it. Applied pressure at times and stuff. kept











Christmas 1972




Christmas 1972





Two of my sisters, my brother-in-law Rik, and I descended on Charleston, SC, just before Christmas 1972. I flew down from Nashville with only the clothes on my back and gifts for my family. And a tin full of untested marijuana brownies I'd made the previous night from an ounce of high-quality Jamaican weed.

In Charleston I stayed with my cute little Christian grandma Dana (on my left above) three blocks away from Tiz's house on Legare St, where the rest of the family was boarding.

The day after I arrived Tiz, my mom, told me that she and Dana had bought me a suit to wear for a cocktail party that afternoon a few blocks away in honor of Hank Stallworth--a guy I'd known at boarding school--and his fiancee: a blue blazer, a white-on-white shirt, an enormous red satin necktie, red double-knit polyester pants, and a shiny white belt.

"Where are your dress shoes?" Tiz asked.
"I'm wearing them," I said.
"Those are boots. Where are your shoes?"
"I didn't bring any."
"My God. All right, they'll have to do. Your stepfather has some shoe polish in his closet you can borrow. Now hurry up, you have to be there in an hour."

The only shoe polish my stepfather had that came close to brown was cordovan, which I discovered too late turned my brown boots purple. Now seemed like an excellent time to eat a brownie, so I had two. A half hour later I was buffing my boots to a nice shine when the full impact of the brownies hit me really, really, REALLY hard. I was much too stoned to go to this party and told my sister Ruthie so.

"Bullshit, Willie. We have to go and we don't even know these people. He's your friend! If we have to go, you have to go!"

This made sense, but it still didn't seem fair. I grabbed my new clothes and my purple boots and walked to my grandmother's. Dana greeted me at the door with a message: "Will, Tiz called and told me to tell you to hurry up." I said to tell Tiz I'd be there as soon as I showered and changed clothes.

Upstairs I was laying out my new clothes on my bed when Dana knocked on my bedroom door.

"Will?"
"Yes, Dana?"
"Are you all right?"
"I'm fine, Dana, thanks!"
"You were singing!"
"I was?"
"You were singing about The Devil!"

I froze. This was not good. Not only was I not even aware that I was singing, but I was singing loudly enough that an 83 year old deaf woman could hear me through a closed door. I explained my behavior somehow and she went away. A minute later I realized I'd been singing "Sympathy For The Devil" very, very loud.

The water in Charleston was so soft that after my shower my hair, which usually just hung straight down, was cascading down past my shoulders in ringlets (as in the photo above). And the shirt was three sizes too large for my neck. My eyes were BRIGHT red and I had the stupidest shit-eating grin on my face ever. Fully dressed, I looked like I'd been raised by circus people.

When I showed up at my mom's house to get my sisters and Rik, Ruthie answered the door and fell into hysterics. She hollered for the others to come see me at the front door. Rik and my older sister (seen above) almost collapsed from laughter.

We were met at the party by Hank, who introduced us to his fiancee. The inside of the house looked like a Brooks Brothers showroom--short-haired men, dressed in conservatively cut charcoal-grey/black suits, white shirts, club ties, and BLACK shoes, were everywhere. I, on the other hand, looked like a clown the host had thoughtlessly hired to entertain everyone.

I headed for the bar and buffet table. I figured cocktail shrimp and a couple of bloody marys would bring me down. I was so wrong; in a matter of minutes I was both drunk and stoned. I wandered away from the shrimp and passed from one group of strangers to another, not talking to anyone, just listening to their boring preppie bullshit about hunting, sports, and cars. I figured if I didn't actually talk to anyone, I could fake my way through this ordeal; so for 10 minutes or so people engaged me in conversations to which I contributed a nod, a laugh, or a handshake, but absolutely zero interest in or comprehension of what was said.

At some point I found myself listening to this older man talk, but I couldn't understand a word he was saying--it was all just "Blah blah blah blah blah" to me. I began to panic that he might actually ask me a question. Deciding I'd be better off doing the talking instead of the listening, I interrupted him. "You know," I said, "I was talking with Mr. Smythe earlier, and he was telling me this insane story about deRo Myers, how deRo had gone to Princeton and become a 'hippie'. And just between us, I listened as politely as I could, but he really doesn't know what he's talking about. DeRo Myers? A HIPPIE? I mea









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