Me and my pants.

Mijn favoriete kledingstuk de spijkerbroek bestaat maar liefst 150 jaar en welke manier is beter om dit te vieren dan een schriftelijke ode te brengen aan mijn oude geluks jeans die ik een tijdje terug tot mijn grote spijt weg heb moeten doen. 

Me and my pants.

Me and my pants have been threw a lot. My pants started like any other regular pants. Without holes! It's funny how you can attach so much value to a regular pair of pants, but it was my favorite and therefore far from regular. It was a metaphor for all the great times I had in 'em. After a couple of years the usual wear and tear started to appear. Little did I know my pants was starting a trend and soon all pants would start having holes in them too. Even the most expensive pair of trousers would eventually follow. My pants went from old and worn to cool again. But after a while holes started appearing in places you really don't want to have any holes and so I knew me and my pants could no longer be a team. Damn, come to think of it this guy even witnessed me losing my virginity. You know, I never really asked him how he felt about that. O well, I guess it’s time to say goodbye. R.I.P. homie, you will be missed.