


I've had two long boards stolen since college started but losing them wasn't as depressing as giving away my bamboo board
as "reassurance" to a later to fail long distance relationship.
But none of those could ever be as bad as to what happened two semesters ago. After finally buying my own 'vintage' jeans for $160 bucks, the week thereafter I couldn't find it anywhere. Upon asking my mom if she had seen it anywhere she simply replied,
"Oh, I sent those and your other old pants to your relatives in the Philippines"
I cried, I had never worn them once and it was the first (and last time) I've ever spent more than $40 on an article of clothing. Serves me right for falling right into Abercrombie & Finch's clutches.