This morning I had a little conversation with a neighborhood family out on the street, a couple and their two kids. As a rule, I avoid in-person interactions with people, for their sake and mine. However, this encounter was quite painless, almost pleasant enough to make me consider the possibility that my long established anti-social policy may have been in error. It was only an hour later that I realized I had been wearing this shirt. How awkward, without my knowing. I regret the conversation after all. Policy affirmed. It's a band shirt, just snatched from the pile this morning without a thought, probably European. I mean, it's gotta be European right?