Allow me to paint you a picture. I was a 17 year old kid displaced from my home after my house had some mold in it, who that summer had brand new clothes for the new school year that August. the most popular television show on my favorite cartoon channel, was of course Dragon Ball Z. Even though I was more of a Sailor Moon fan, I ended up buying several Dragon Ball Z shirts for the new school year…
Living in a hotel, unable to go back to where most of your stuff is, is a terrible thing. We spent Summer, Fall, and I believe the start of Winter in a hotel. Our multi-disc DVD player was stolen from our home along with a few other things including my copy of the anime movie Ranma 1/2: Nihao My concubine, but I’m getting off track.
So there I was, trapped in a hotel for several months, mostly with the supplies that I had cobbled together from what was my life before major construction had begun on my home.
I wore a crap ton of Dragon Ball Z shirts. That’s where all of this was going. I’m not sure why I dragged it out as long as I have.
I was sitting in a classroom one day, and a classmate looks over at me in my DBZ shirt, and goes something like “Another Dragon Ball Z shirt? Dang… you must really love that show, huh?”
I then replied the only way I knew how… “I did. I almost literally have no other shirts right now other than Dragon Ball Z shirts.” It was a very sad moment in my history.
I’m really glad that we left the hotel before Christmas. Fun fact, someone who worked there at the time, now works with me at my current job.