And this weekend I decided to wash said jacket.
And Elvis was ruined.
Ruined I say.
But on the bright side, that new Ryan Adams CD has been taken off of my really-fucking-good list and has been added to my instant-classic-the-likes-of-which-will-be-worshipped-and-hailed-as-masterpiece-in-the-years-to-come-much-like-Blonde-on-Blonde-or-maybe-The-Queen-Is-Dead-or-perhaps-even-Village-Green-Preservation-Society list.
I oughta start charging that dude for advertising space.