peppering

Why can't I stop buying myself another green shirt? During laundry, it becomes apparent that I have four. All green, all with stuff on them: Hillary Clinton's head, retro iron-on letters pimping my DJ night, green roses pimping my nickname, and a formerly white one that says Vote for Matt Gonzalez that I dyed myself with good old RIT. I'm not even of the Green Party, but with these tees, I could host a small one.

Some say that green means love. It's also the color of go.