Poem: All Gucked Out

Up until I was in the seventh grade, the majority of my wardrobe consisted of hand-me-downs from my older brother, Frank. My little brother Peter, would in turn get my out grown or unwanted clothing.

Every once in a blue moon, Frank would let me borrow a shirt he still liked and for that day I would be styling! At the end of the day, no matter how careful I was, he would be upset that his shirt was now stretched or warped or smelly. We called this phenomenon "gucking it out". For example one might say "DAVID you GUCKED OUT my shirt, I'll never let you wear my clothes again!" Luckily for me, he would choose to forget in time. As we got older, I would borrow shirts from Peter as well. He would bark at me about this as well. Apparently I am the only brother who gucks things out.

I suppose there is something to be learned from all of this. Maybe its that was we live our lives make our mark in our own way. You could look at these as sweet oddities that are like a spice on life. Or I suppose you could just see a warped stinky shirt..