The story

one day i went to a second hand (not like if it was unusual) and i saw this...i dont know,sweater?dress? i dont know what the fuck was it but i knew i wanted it.It was baggy (like XXXXL after being washed for a million times,grey,thick with long sleeves and this..damn it i dont know the word ;p somethin very loose around the neck;p i wore it for a month than my mother took it because she said i looked like a homeless addict.So we were fighting over it every day until she said " one day i will cut this shit up! so youll never wear it again" so i got furious and i did it myself.Actually...i Love it even more now ;p especially that dad gave me some old family jewels which match this THING (that i dont know how to call right now) perfectly ;)