74 x 63 x .5cm
When I was in 9th grade, I used to hang out with this kid named Alex Doyen. His dad was from Belgium and his mom from Ghana, and he went to the French school up the street. Though nothing on this t-shirt is in French, his mom still knew it was bad, bad news.
Even at an early age I was there to collect things of ostensible value that must be jettisoned from the lives of other. I would don this shirt for the next nine years, through college and beyond, until it became impossible to remove without the material about the shoulders tearing.