This denim button-down shirt may not look like much but it came from a friend I knew in college. To this day, I’m still baffled as to how I ended up with it in my possession. He threw the shirt at me when I ran into him one Friday in my second year of university and declared very loudly, which was uncharacteristic of him, that he didn’t want it. He spent the rest of the time almost yelling his answers at me in a crazed manner. I avoided saying anything that would offend him before excusing myself for a meeting I was late to.
Later, the school paper published an incident article with his name and major, saying that he knocked on a random resident’s dorm room door and proclaimed that he was suffering from AIDS. He was described as being delirious and very out of it, so much so that he had to be taken to the hospital. I never saw him again after that day.
I remember being angry at the school paper and left confused as to what was happening to him and why the change in attitude. My friends claim that I don’t want to know what happened, nor do I want to even try contacting him through social media. He used to be known for being fun-loving, a joker, and very laid back. Unfortunately, the incident has branded him an unstable, crazy student who was a nuisance.
I haven’t worn this shirt in a long time. I almost put it in the donate pile but I found myself putting it back into my closet.