Years later, after the previous shirt had long since shrunk to a size I could no longer squeeze into, (or maybe it was just the 40 lb I'd gained), I came across this shirt in a clothing store in downtown Columbus. The crisp intensity of the design appealed to me, along with the vivid colors so I immediately bought it. When I brought it home my wife recoiled in horror, swearing that I'd never be seen with her wearing that thing. In the years that followed, I wore it only a few times a year, mainly because my dear wife would leave it at the bottom of the hamper when she washed my other clothes, so the only time I got to wear it was when I got off my ass and washed it myself.