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I don't recall how many of you might remember the hoodie debacle that happened two months ago(at the moment Im not checking my blog history, I'm just reaching) where I had my hoodie taken away and then it was returned after a friend, yes, inebriated, stuffed it away in his bag on account of thumb-to-nose-and-fingers-spread-eagle-ry. Now that the refresher course is over, it's time for today's entree.

Walking down the street, I break my nose away from the book and look up. My favorite bartender has just left the Tokyo Garden, next door to my second favorite bar in Seattle to walk back to his place of Ketel One and Word Dojo. Checking out a girl's ass. Then he sees me.
"WAGNAROCK. How the hell are you?"
"Fantastic, as one of my friends would say. How the hell are you?"
"Day just got ten times better."
"What's the business over at The Garden?"
"Trying to get some soy sauce, but they're busier than shit."
"Hold on to this, I'll go get you some soy sauce."
I hand him the book and walk next door. I make my way to the line and realize I'm the first one up. And then I realize. The guy that just waived me past.... he's wearing my hoodie. The one I'm wearing right now.
So once again the fact that I like having fun with people comes into play.
"Hey I've seen that before."
"Nice jacket."
Jacket? It's a hoodie. This is going to be a lot more fun than I anticipated.
Not a tall guy, but not a small guy. Guesstimation clocks in at 5'6", 160lbs, probably doesn't have a frightful posse. Dresses not too shabby.
"Yeah. Thanks. It's my hoodie."
"When did you get it?"
"About a year ago."
"Moksha?"
Nod.
"Can I get two soy sauces? How much is that gonna be?"
"Nothing. HEY. YOU TWO ARE WEARING THE SAME HOODIE!"
Really?
"It was my hoodie first. Thanks a lot," calling back as I'm out the door, "I don't want to see you again in my hoodie."

Probably lived the rest of his day in fear. I was just having fun.... but what if someone took my hoodie two months back and started rocking it around.... what if the timeline basically was the same? What if I ran into somone on the street hoodie-less facing my wear?

Wild stuff.