My green WWII army trench coat. I got it for under $20 buck about 18 years ago. Some old WWII vet had died and I picked it up at his estate sale for cheap. I needed something warm and cheap being the poor bastard I was back then. Not long after I got it (early 90s) I let 2 girls sit on it at a rave on some dusty warehouse floor. One of the wacked out chicks dropped a lit cigarette on it and burned 4 big holes in it on the lower left thigh part on the front. I patched the holes (from the inside so as to keep the shape/form of the burns) with some super nice dark crimson and black cloth. Also mended the worn out collar and cuffs with the same dark crimson and black patterned cloth. Small bells have been sewn inside the cuff straps, and while they are not real obvious or loud, they do give a strange disembodied ambient sound while walking. It has a very thick wool lining(removable) that has kept me warm many a night while out raving in the early 90s. It was great to cuddle with cute girls at raves while keeping them warm in some dark corner. Its quite a punk coat that I will keep forever. I still wear it around the house during the winter or when I want to go out in the rougher parts of town.
Misty morning, clouds in the sky
Without warning, a wizard walks by
Casting his shadow, weaving his spell
Funny clothes, tinkling bell
Never talking
Just keeps walking
Spreading his magic
HA HA
