I decided that today, the 30 year anniversary of being in a traffic accident and having my Guess jean jacket cut off me in the ambulance – I’d wear the jean jacket today! It’s a symbolic thing – my scalp was essentially sewn together in the emergency room on the night of April 1, 1989 – and later on, so would my jean jacket (and all of the blood stains would be washed out). I’d spent my own money I’d earned in babysitting gigs to buy the jacket – it was definitely a “luxury” item that my parents never would have bought for me! But I was a teen-age girl – and just HAD to have that jacket!
Pictures or it didn’t happen?