Stop laughing. These jeans are one of my most prized posessions. Size 10 Levis 900 series stonewashed (to death) with original art by one of my favorite girlfriends from middle/high school Tamika Harris (where ARE you, girl?) Any one of my girls from Jersey will absolutely remember these jeans. They were my pride and joy, y’all. People sweated me (yes, I said it) so hard whenever I wore these.

You may be thinking, “With so many colors what did you wear with those jeans, EJ?” The answer? Whatever the heck I wanted to. Everything matched … or didn’t match. Just think Bernie Mac on Def Jam (y’all KNOW you know what I’m talking about). Let me break down for you what is really going on here:

On the front side: You’ve got Donald (or some other) Duck going down the left leg, and on the right leg, you have my name (I was ‘E-Jay’ back then – plain old initials were for suckas). Look closely, it’s a little difficult to read but you’ll see it in a second.

On the back side: You have a Black Minnie and Mickey Mouse playing with alphabet blocks. Why? Who cares? It was dope. It was the late 80’s (or early 90’s I guess) and I was soooooooooo fly.

Man, those were the days. A friend of mine e-mailed this photo to me today.


And it made me so happy. Sure these people look crazy as hell to us now, but if you are old enough to remember this era, you know how much fun it was. I feel like every generation feels like they had it way better than the one(s) after them, but I swear it’s true in this case. I know it’s probably because I was young and I’m romanticizing a bit, but I really do feel sorry for kids these days. I mean I’m glad I’ve had the chance to experience iPods, but I wouldn’t trade leaning my Fisher Price tape recorder up next to my mom’s boom box to make tapes for anything.

“Shhhhhhh, I’m trying to tape this new Salt and Pepa song off WBLS. Damn Melody!” I have that  little exchange between me and my cousin still on a cassette tape of mix songs from back in the day. Maaaaan… more reminiscing to come. Have a good weekend, y’all.

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