The Tshirt Guy 1 - A quiet beginning
This was my first run-in with the Tshirt guy. At that point I wasn't aware he existed and this was my first adventure among the craziness and revelry of Tshirts.This was an early effort, I later found out. Written when he was a mere twenty years old, it is a burgundy piece which says "Quick" in big white letters, with "Maximum Speed" written in small yellow letters. The Tshirt shows none of his usual prosaic subject matters, such as nature or dogs.
This was an innocent time in the life of the Tshirt Guy, before his avante garde essays into spelling, grammar and punctuation. Later, his bold statements and commentries would, emblazoned onto Tshirts, rock the very foundations of the art world. This was not his first work but it was his first that I owned and so it occupies a special place in my heart. Other than that, it is of little value, which is just as well as I singed two holes in it lighting a barbeque some years ago.
Nevertheless, this is still a Tshirt Guy Tshirt and it possesses that je ne sais quoi brilliance that characterises his work. Many have stopped to stare in wonder at this shirt.
posted by Between daisies @ 22:30
4 Comments:
It doesn't read "Quick," you dick. It reads "Buick."
Also, thanks for all the emails you've sent in the past two months. I'm still in the process of sorting through them periodically, which is why you're a Buick in my eyes.
In your eyes... the light the heat... in your eyes, I am complete... in your eyes...
P.S. I'm thinking about doing a retro0type of affair over the juncture of the next x weeks: shit I think I remember about my experience in Japan. Any memories you may have that don't involve me spilling tears into an opened can of beer would be a vast improvement on what I'm presently armed with.
We should meet up to discuss the matter. Yoyu got any free weekends coming up?
And it says Quick, goddamnit. Who would write Buick on a Tshirt?
I was face-shitted when I wrote that.
Mrs K called me at 10 pm and reckons I should pick her up from work as she didn't care to walk home in the rain. Before her lovely rear hits the seat she says, 'You smell like sake.' 'Pretty good. How was your's?' says I.
To answer your questions: A) I've emailed you privately with a response and B) The marketing department at the company that manufactures the car.
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