It took a good 20 years, but people finally cottoned on that I kinda like slasher movies, so ensuing birthdays have resulted in some garments to be proud of.
My wardrobe, everybody… Be forewarned – I don’t iron.
I love my Haddonfield High Class of ’78 t-shirt. Though someone recently pointed out Laurie would’ve been Class of ’79. Cheers, Paul.
My friend Kevin picked me up the awesome Abbey Road one, which nobody where I work can get their head around. Lonely life.
My newest (left) and my oldest: The Japanese VHS artwork on a stretchy fabric and super comfortable.
College roomie Grace bought me the New Line Jason shirt, which once terrified a child walking past me in the opposite direction.
If we’re going to be pedantic, it was the summer of ’79 that Mrs Voorhees ran amok at Camp Crystal Lake, but that doesn’t make this baseball shirt any less awesome. Currently my favourite.
The many faces of Jason came on the same day. I was asked not to wear this to work.
Sadly, the white one has stretched into a warped shape, and the yellow one (with ‘Counselor’ printed on the back) has faded over time.
There we go. Worn with cargo shorts circa April to October, cargo pants the rest of the year.