The Legend of my Old Denim Jacket

“As you were, I was. As I am, you will be.” ― Hunter S. Thompson, “Hell’s Angels”

Way back in 1977 I went out and bought my second Levi’s denim jacket. The previous was getting worn down, frayed and shabby looking. That would never do. In those days, your Levi’s were a symbol of wild youth and legends.

I wore mine like it was my uniform. Smartly pressed and washed, Doc Marten boots, just the right amount of fading — and after washing, I’d make sure it didn’t dry with a fold in it.

I wore the jacket for only one year.

One night while leaning on the bar of my local pub, “The Fox and Hounds”, I thought about the future. Somehow, I decided, my denim jacket played a small part somewhere way off into my future.

Great Nights Out

I was single, and still up for any wildness that could be stirred up. The year was 1977, my jacket had already seen a bit of life.

There’s only one very good life and that’s the life you know you want and you make it yourself. Diana Vreeland

My jacket and me had been arrested several times for being involved in punch-ups outside pubs, criminal damage after being thrown through a fish & chip shop window, I’d worn it proudly…